Page 104 of Keeper
She must’ve heard me, because she gasped with surprise. “Are you jacking off, Tanner?”
“Yeah, babe. You got me so hard.”
“Unf.That’s so hot,” she whimpered. “Tell me what you’d do to me if I were there with you right now.”
I took a deep breath and told her how, more than anything else, Ineededto taste her sweet pussy again, ’cause I’d been thinking about her tasteallfucking day. I wanted to kiss and suck her folds until she was sopping wet, and her juices coated my chin, and she wasbeggingme to be inside her.
She gasped. “But we can’t, Tanner!” she protested, role playing. “We’re waiting, remember?”
“Fuck it,” I said. “I can’t wait any longer. Ineedto be inside you, Ainz. I’ll tear your panties to shreds, throw your legs over my shoulders, and slide into your tight hole.”
“God, yes. You’re so big and thick.” She moaned into the phone. “Keep fucking me.”
Gulp.
She was good.Realgood.
We talked dirty to each other, describing in filthy detail just what we’d like to do to each other, until we didn’tneedto talk to each other—we were so horny and worked up, we just listened to the sound of each other getting off: the heavy breaths, the moans and groans, the soft smacking of wet and swollen flesh.
“I’m gonna come, Tanner,” she whimpered in my ear at last.
“Wait for me,” I said. “I wanna come with you.”
“Hurry,” she panted. “I can’t hold it off much longer.”
Hips thrusting, I plunged deeper into my fist, imagining I was slamming myself to the hilt inside Ainsley.
“I’m close,” I grunted, “I’m gonna come.”
“Come,” she said. Then she spoke the magic words that broke me. “Come inside me, Tanner.”
“Yeaaah,” I growled, streaks of cum shooting through the air and splashing on my rock-solid abs.
The storm clouds of desire parted for us both. We didn’t have much to say, but we basked in the happy glow we’d created together, content to listen to the sound of each other’s breath.
Ainsley let out a happy sigh. “Did you come?” she asked at last.
“Yeah, babe. Real hard.”
“Where?”
I peered down my chest, looking at the white ropes that were splattered all across my torso. “All over.”
“Hot. Can I see?”
“You want me to take a picture?”
“Would you?”
“For you? Hell yeah, babe. Hold up.” I aimed the phone at my still-plump cock and my cum-glazed abs, snapped a pic, and pressed send. “There.”
I waited and listened for her reaction.
“Oh—oh,wow.”
“Like what you see?” I asked.
“Iloveit,” she panted. Her voice sounded far from the receiver—no doubt she was still studying the photo. “You came so much …”
