Page 51 of One Lovely Lie

Well, he sure as hell dives right in.

“What…” I gulp, scooting up my bed until my back is pressed against my headboard. Inadvertently, my hand wanders to the tent in my pants. “What else do you think about?”

“Are you touching yourself, baby?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Good. Close your eyes for me.”

Oh, god. This is phone sex. We’re about to have phone sex.

“Okay,” I answer quickly, shutting them immediately. “They’re closed.”

“Perfect. Take your cock out.”

I peel one eye open to make sure I remembered to lock my bedroom door, but I’m still nervous. I don’t really like jacking off when my parents are awake in the next room. “Magnus—”

“Just do it.”

Fuck, when he demands things like that from me I can’t do anything but obey. I love it when he gets bossy.

I gulp audibly as I lift my hips and drag my shorts down, my erection hard and yearning, slapping against my stomach. “Okay, it’s out.”

“Good boy. Now, I want you to start stroking yourself. Slow. Start all the way at the base and squeeze yourself at the tip.”

I place my hand exactly where directed, starting with one slow pull from the bottom and twisting myself at the head. “Mhmm.”

“Imagine that’s my hand. Imagine I’m there, hovering over you, sucking your ear into my mouth. I’d be so hard for you, baby.”

“Are you? Hard?”

“Fuck, yeah. I’m picturing you on your knees for me. My perfect Daniel. You’re wearing that stupid headband to keep your hair out of your face as I fuck that gorgeous mouth. I want an unobstructed view to watch you choke on my cock.”

“More,” I plead, continuing to touch myself, my toes curling. Yes. Please. I want all of that.

“Keep stroking yourself. Get that hand wet and pick up the pace.”

I quickly bring my hand under my mouth and spit, groaning when I wrap it back around my cock.

“God, baby. Your mouth. It’s so fucking hot, so tight, so warm. You’re so beautiful with those tears in your eyes when you can’t breathe but you just want to be so good for me.”

“I do,” I pant, moving my hand rapidly up and down my length, my ass aching for him. “I want to be good for you.”

“And you are. You’re so good,” he praises. “Now that my dick is all nice and wet, I flip you on all fours and fuck into you. I don’t go slow. I won’t go gentle. I want you so fucking bad, I can’t control myself.”

“You’re desperate for me?” I ask and it comes out like some sort of whine but I’m too turned on to be embarrassed.

“Fuck, yeah. I’d fuck you so good, you’d be crying and begging me to touch your cock.” I can hear him beating himself off on the other end of the line and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He’s so fucking hot.

“Would you let me touch it?”

“Fuck no. Not until you were begging. I want you begging for permission to come.”

I’m beating myself off so hard right now. My toes are curling and my back is arching and my stomach is aching. I can’t take this anymore. He’s painting the perfect picture, seducing me with that fucking voice, making me crazy. “Magnus, please. I can’t—”

“Go ahead and come, baby. I’m right behind you,” he murmurs, and I can hear how hard his breathing is on the other end of the line. “Get all that gorgeous cum all over you and I’ll lick it right off.”

That’s what does it for me. The image of my cum all over me, his tongue dragging up my stomach, his hot scorching kiss at the end of it all to show how much he cares.

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