Page 63 of Second Swing
My eyes track her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. Already missing sucking on her sensitive nipples.
“Lie back on the bed, baby.” She tosses a pillow behind her back and shimmies up the bed to lie down. Her too-thin sleep shirt rises up her hips, and I’d have a perfect view of the brown curls at the apex of her thighs if she would spread them for me. “If you spread your pussy open, would you be wet for me?”
Paloma’s body shivers, and she takes a shuddering breath. I bite my bottom lip as I see the shadow of her head nod. If I close my eyes I can almost feel the heat of her breath on my neck as I thrust into her.
“So.Fucking. Flawless,” I breathe.
“I want to see you too.” Paloma’s voice is breathy, but firm, and I won’t say no to my girl.
Propping my phone on the chair across from me, I sit back and let her see what only she can do to me. Stroking my dick through my sweats before pulling my length out, it bobs, and the moan from her side of the phone makes it jump. I squeeze it slightly and groan. “I want to feel those full lips wrapped around my dick. Watch you take every inch of me like the perfect girl I know you are. Let me see you, baby. Spread those thighs for Daddy.”
Paloma
Every single time I’ve called himGolf Daddybegins to pop into my mind, but hearing him call himselfDaddyis a new kink unlocked for me…Fuck, that’s sexy.
His deep, gravelly voice dances over my heated skin as if he’s right here in this bed with me. Stroking his thick cock deep inside me.No. Rubbing it against my clit. Without another thought I do as Clinton asks.
I lie back on the pillows and pull my knees up to my chest, letting them fall open. My nightshirt puddles around my hips. Lying in my bed like this with my pussy on display for Clint is so fucking hot. I can’t really see Clint’s face from this angle, but I don’t need to. Not with the way he's strangling his dick. I know he’s there, stroking himself as his eyes drink in every angle of me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. This is delicious and feels naughty in the best of ways.
His voice is low, begging, as he says, “Please, Paloma, show me whatyou want my fingers to do.”
The feel of my soft skin beneath my hands is nothing in comparison to the heat and roughness of his calloused ones, but I show him all the same. I don't know how much of me he can see, but I know it's enough by his uneven breathing and grunts as he strokes his dick. My mouth waters, and I can’t look away from him. I don't want to look away as I’m transfixed by the up and down movements of his hand.
“You teasing me, baby?” he asks, knowing that’s exactly what I’m doing.
I answer him as I shudder, “Maybe I am.”
“Mm, ‘cause I thought I said I wanted to see that pretty pussy spread open,” he says, and I love that he doesn't ask. Clint challenges me, even in this.
I run my tongue over my teeth and part my lips slightly, “Actually, you asked me to touch myself, and that’s what I’m doing.”
“You’re such a brat. I want to spank your ass until it's nice and pink.”
At his words, I pull my sleep shirt up over my hips, letting it puddle further up my waist. Goose bumps erupt over my skin as my fingers trace down my breasts, up and over my hips and thighs, until I make it to the apex of my legs. I spread myself open and slip two fingers into my awaiting sex.
“You are what every fucking one of my dreams are made of.”
“I need you here, Clinton,” I moan, fucking myself with my own fingers while he strokes his dick. “See how wet I am for you?”
His warm chuckle travels over my skin as if he is right here. Electricity chases up my toes as I arch my back. “Yeah, Dove. I see you. Seeing you dripping makes me wish it was my fingers or my fucking tongue.”
Our ragged breaths are the only sounds over the speakers. I circle myfingers on my clit, the sensation pulling me closer and closer.
“Paloma,” his voice cracks and shudders as he groans my name. The sound is so sinful, so delicious. “God.”
“Yes. Yes. I need your hands on me, everywhere, need you to fill me up.” I spread myself wider for him, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy.
His low grunts slip through the speaker of the phone, and my toes curl; hearing Clint groan my name is so fucking sexy. “Paloma, Dove. I want to be so deep inside you, you can never be rid of me.”
A shuddering breath falls from my lips the more I circle my clit. “I’m so close, Clint. Come with me, please.” At my request, he pumps his hand faster.
“Gonna. Come. Dove.” My eyes are glued to the screen as I fingerfuck myself. Clint’s strong thighs are set wide, he’s stroking his hard dick as his head drops back. He’s fully gone, lost in the sensation, and I lose my grip, falling over the edge as hot stripes of cum paint his abs.
We both silently sit in the moment of ecstasy, heavy breaths shared as we come back down to reality. I drop my head back on the pillow, catching my breath.
“The only thing prettier would be seeing my cum slicked over your skin.” I mumble my agreement, still enjoying the aftermath of our phone sex. Three little words are so close to the surface, and I’m trying my best to hold on, to wait for a more perfect moment.
“Paloma,” he says, waiting for my eyes to meet his before he continues. “I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I don't think I can.” I pull my sheets around me, adjust my shirt, and sit up to give him my full attention.
