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“That’s it, Wildcat. Remember the way my fingers used to slide into you. How thick they were stretching you open for me. Never tasted anything as sweet as that fucking pussy, Grace. Every morning I wake with your taste on my lips as if your essence has imbedded itself on my skin, in every single pore. It drives me crazy, and every fucking morning, I’m stuck in this bed alone wishing your bare fucking cunt was wrapped around my cock instead of my fucking hand.”
“Oh, Max,” she pants. I can hear how wet she is, her fingers sliding inside of her, hitting that spot that makes her see stars the one that’s designed for me.
It’s not fair that we are reduced to touching ourselves through the fucking phone.
“That’s it, Wildcat, I can hear how dripping wet you are for me. I promise you it won’t be for long that you have to make yourself drip instead of me. I will make up for lost time, my love. Your pussy will never be far from my fucking mouth. I will demand that you live on my face.”
“Fuck, Max. I’m so close,” she groans.
“Good, let me hear you scream, Wildcat. Imagine that it’s all over my dick, my tongue, my fingers. Just like it used to be. No one in this world can make you cum like I do.”
“It’s you, it’s always been you,” she moans.
“And it will always be me, Grace.”
Next thing I hear Grace coming which pushes me over the edge and I cum all over my hand. My chest’s heaving and my breath is labored, and I’m not nearly as satisfied as I am when she’s in my arms.
“You need to hurry up and kill the bad guys, Max. Because I’m sick of riding my fucking fingers every night.”
“I promise it won’t be long, Wildcat. Dream of me.”
And with that I end the call.
25
GRACE
“Who’s ready to party?” Zoe squeals, barging into my bedroom with all my sisters.
In my panic, I pull up my pants and throw my phone. They all stop and stare at me. My cheeks are flushed, my chest is beating wildly, I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Did we just walk in on you …?” Mackenzie doesn’t finish her question.
“Were you on the phone with someone?” Sophie questions me.
“No.”
“Liar. You were having phone sex with a mystery man?” Sophie presses.
I look over at Zoe whose eyes are wide.
“Why are you looking at her?” Sophie asks.
“No reason,” I answer.
Zoe shakes her head. “I have no clue.”
“Who was on the phone?” Sophie asks as she lunges for the phone lying on the ground.
What a bitch. No. I try to lunge for it, too. I try to push her out of the way and give her an elbow to the ribs.
“Bitch,” she screeches.
“I got it, I got it!” Mackenzie jumps up triumphantly.
I sit on the floor, huffing and puffing as panic grips me. “Please, Kenzie, don’t read my phone.”
Mackenzie tilts her head, looking at me. Then she holds out the phone to me.
