Page 78 of Famous Last Words
With a frustrated groan, she rips the toy away, and then clamps her thighs together, and I know it’s because she’s trying to dull the ache.
“You good?” I chuckle under my breath, still languorously stroking my dick, rubbing my hand around the swollen head to collect the moisture seeping out of me, before pumping again.
“No. I’m not fuckinggood, Robbie,” she snaps. “It hurts.”
“Aww, my filthy little slut is aching,” I taunt, my voice low and gravely because this is hurting me as much as it’s hurting her.
“Please, can I come?”
I don’t know what it is, but that question on her lips does something to me, and I feel my balls tighten. I’m forced to take a deep, centering breath to stop myself from jacking my dick hard and fast.
“I wantyou to drag the vibrator all over your pussy. Circle it around that tight little cunt and up to your clit, but don’t touch it.”
She whimpers, and the sound is fucking everything.
I watch her do what I say, and when she sucks in a shuddering breath, I know it’s taking everything she has not to get herself off.
“Don’t touch your fucking clit,” I remind her. “Not yet.”
A sob, combined with a groan mixed with a growl, comes from her, and I almost laugh.
“Breathe, Keller,” I instruct her. “Breathe through the pain, baby.”
She moans, and I know it’s because she loves when I call her baby, although I know she’d never admit it.
“Now push the toy inside that needy little pussy,” I say.
She does, and another moan rings through the phone as her hand pumps the vibrator in and out.
“Pull it out and show me,” I urge. “I wanna see just how wet you are.”
Fran reluctantly pulls the toy away from where she needs it and holds it up a little closer, showing her sticky arousal all over it, and I swear, my fucking mouth waters with the need to lick it off.
“Fuck me, Keller,” I groan, fisting my dick to the point of pain. “Look at my needy fucking girl.”
“Please, Robbie,” she gasps. “I need to come so bad.”
“I know you do,” I say. “But I’m gonna need you to sit up on your knees and rest your phone on your nightstand, so I can see all of you.”
“I want you to do the same,” she begs.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” I snicker, pushing up from the bed and walking into the bathroom.
Fran does as I ask. Sitting up on her knees, her curvy body is ready and willing. Her tits heave with every breath, pale pink nipples puckered and begging for my mouth.
I placemy phone onto the bathroom counter, adjusting it.
“Can you see me?” I check, resting one foot up on the side of the tub, gripping my cock hard.
“Yes, your cock looks so fucking big.”
“Fuck yeah, it does.” I smirk cockily.
She laughs lightly, and the look of pure sex on her face is something I hope to remember for the rest of my life—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hooded eyes, mussed hair.
“Hold the vibrator right against your clit and ride your fucking hand just like you rode my face the other day.”
She closes her eyes, her head falling back on a throaty moan as her hips move, grinding against the vibrator.
