Page 122 of Priceless

Fuck, I was hard. Just a few simple words in her husky voice, and I was blind with lust.

“Where?” I asked mercilessly.

“Your cock.” I could feel her blush through the phone. “You can go deep again.”

“Aren’t you a good girl. What if that’s not enough for my birthday?”

“Then I’d do whatever you want.”

The room dimmed as power flooded in, heady and intoxicating. I wanted to pull her in and devour her. Keep her. Disappear in her.

“You should be very careful when you make that offer, Christina,” I said softly.

“I trust you.”

What the fuck had I done to earn her trust?

Why did that mean everything to me?

“Touch yourself,” I ordered.

I waited for her to protest that she was sharing a room, that she couldn’t possibly, that I was asking too much.

“Okay.” Her acquiescence came in a rush, so nakedly sweet, even shy. I unzipped my pants.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?”

She moaned and immediately stifled it. I curled my fingers around my aching cock.

“Very,” she whispered.

I was afraid of how much I wanted her. In every way.

“Such a good little slut.” She stifled another moan. “I’m thinking about how beautiful your pussy is. I want you to see how many fingers you can fit in your tight little cunt. It won’t even begin to prepare you for what I’ll do to you on Monday.”

She whimpered. I had her in the palm of my hand. But fuck, she had me in hers too. A bead of liquid oozed out the tip of my cock. Delirious, I felt her pink tongue lapping it up.

“Is it going to hurt?” she panted.

“Yes, Christina. It is.”

Her breath sped up. I grunted, my fist moving faster. I’d been waiting to fuck her for days.

“Patrick, I’m close…”

“Of course you are.”

All I heard were the little sounds she kept trying to cover. I soaked them up, thirsty for more, gulping her desire with an appetite that would never be slaked.

“Talk to me,” she pleaded.

“You know what I’m thinking about, sweetheart?” At the pet name, she let out a shaky breath. “I’m thinking about tying you up. Coming all over that soft, sweet body. Over and over, while I tease your greedy little cunt. I’d enjoy seeing you struggling to handle that much mess, when you couldn’t do a thing about it. My cum dripping down your tight nipples, your tummy, your hungry pussy, your pretty face…all that long dark hair that you put so much time into getting to look just right…all covered in my cum. Everywhere, marking you as mine.Mine.”

She gasped. I knew she was coming. I hissedmineagain, tightening the web around both of us, jerking my cock until cum spurted out.

My hand fell to my side as I panted for breath. I heard her murmur my name. Softly — adoringly.

Jesus. I was losing it. Come Monday, I’d be cold with her. Forceful, but controlled. Taking her to her limits while staying far away from mine.

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