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“Good girl,” I tell her as I continue my stroke, feeling my balls tighten.Fuck, I’m so desperate for her right now.“You like the way I make a meal of that tight wet cunt, don’t you, Princess?”
“I love it …”
Holy fuck, I can hear how wet she is through the phone.I’m pretty sure I’ve entered the fifth circle of hell because this is the worst and best kind of torture.
“I love when you …” she moans.Pre-cum seeps from my tip and I moan with her.“I love that first second when your cock starts to fill me.That first second when you feel too big and I think you won’t fit.”
Goddamn.
“Don’t forget to give that clit some love, Cass.Just the way I would.I bet it’s all swollen and needy right now.Begging for my fingers, for my mouth.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“You like when I grab you by the hair and fuck into you so hard you see stars behind those pretty blue eyes …” I tell her asmy cock pulses in my own hand.I listen intently to her moans and the sound of her fingering her soaked pussy.
“Holy shit.Yes, Haden, I’m coming,” she cries out, and goddamn, so am I.I give myself one more tug and spill all over myself with her name on my lips.Just her words caused my complete undoing from three hundred miles away.
I’m a fucking mess when I sit up.
“Jesus Christ, I’m covered in come,” I tell her.She laughs.
“Sounds like a celebration to me.”
How badly I want her almost crushes me.
I pick my phone up and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.
“You plus alcohol is a dangerous combination,” I say as I get myself fixed up and changed into fresh clothes.These ones definitely need a wash.
“Haden, tell me something real.”
I think for a second as I sit back down on the sofa and keep my eyes trained on my now melted bowl of ice cream.
“Dusty slipped in shit today.”
“He didn’t!”
“Yep he did, went down like a sack of potatoes.”
We laugh for a few seconds before I give her the most honest thought I can.
“I miss you, Cass.I miss you so goddamn much I wear your fucking fluffy pink scarf every day to visit Marlow so she doesn’t forget how you smell.”
Silence.Fuck.
“I miss you too, Haden.So much it hurts.”
“Then come and visit me,” I blurt out.
She sighs.“Maybe someday … soon.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get, Princess,” I say, and I mean it.I’d wait for Cassie Spencer for as long as it takes.
She asks me about Dusty, what he was doing when he fell, and if anyone took pictures.That story turns into another and then another until, before I know it, it’s the middle of the night and I’ve been laughing so much my stomach hurts.It’s the first time I’ve felt whole in weeks.
CHAPTER SIXTY
Haden
