Page 57 of Man Possessed

“Show me what you’re wearing,” I say again. She glances at her door, then scoots up and leans against the headboard. She tilts her phone down and I get a good look at her top and see she’s not wearing any pants. “Take it off.”

“My shirt?” She tilts the phone back to her face. She’s flushed and panting slightly, so I think she’s as turned on as I am. I move my hand to my cock, palming it over my jeans. Her gaze follows my movement, and she licks her lips.

“Yes,” I say as I lower the zipper. “Your shirt and panties.” She sets the phone down and I watch the ceiling as she rustles around. When she lifts the phone again, she’s topless. “Do you have any toys?”

“Maybe,” she says slyly.

“You need to set your phone up. You’ll need both hands.” She bites her lip as she stumbles out of bed, nearly falling to her knees. She catches herself at the last second, then sets the phone up on her nightstand, letting me see her full body as she twirls around a few times. “Turn around and bend over.”

Slowly, she spins around. She bends at the waist, letting her fingertips brush the floor, her ass on display for me.

“Good girl,” I purr, and she looks over her shoulder at the phone. “Spread your legs.” She shuffles her feet apart, opening her legs until I can see her pussy. Gripping the bed with one hand to steady herself, she reaches between her legs and slides her fingers over her clit. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” I slide my hand into my jeans and wrap it around my achingly hard cock as I watch her hand drop away. She makes a frustrated sound, but I choose to ignore it. If we were in person, she’d get a punishment for that, but I’m too fucking hard to care right now.

“What now?” She twists more to look back at me, her dark hair a perfect backdrop to her pretty, pale face.

“Get a toy,” I say. She bites her lip as she turns around, letting me get a perfect view of her pierced tits. She rummages around in the drawer, making the phone shake slightly before she pulls out a pink vibrator. “Lay down and tease yourself for me.”

She re-angles the phone toward the bed and lays back on it, spreading her legs wide as she leans on one elbow. She slowly sticks the tip of her vibrator into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the head, her eyes on me the whole time.

I pump my fist over my cock, my orgasm already tightening my body. Slowly, she drags it to her breast, letting it brush over her peaked nipple, then the other.

“What now?” she breathes, her words still slightly slurred.

“Turn it on and hold it on your clit,” I rasp. She drags it down her body, turning it on as she goes, and lightly presses it against her clit. She gasps softly as she spreads her legs more, and the grip on my cock tightens.

“Like this?” She rubs it in a small circle and her legs tremble.

“Fuck yourself with it,” I groan. I drop my head back against the seat, pumping myself faster. She presses it inside her and her back arches. “Just like that, love. Harder.”

She fucks herself harder, her muscles flexing with each stroke. Her hips roll with her movements. I’m mesmerized watching her. My orgasm tightens my lower stomach and I grunt with every pump of my hand.

“Do you wish that was my cock?” I grunt, and she nods frantically.

“Fuck me, Ez,” she moans. She lets out a high-pitched whimper, her legs falling apart more.

“Come on,” I groan, pressing my back harder into the seat, my hips lifting. “Be a good slut and come for me.” Her head falls back as she moans again. “Fuck, I can’t—”

I nearly throw my phone when Ian’s name pops up. My release teeters on the edge, then disappears as my phone vibrates again. I try to calm my breathing before answering.

“Hello?” I say warily. “Everything okay?”

“It’s mom,” he rushes out. My heart thunders in my chest, and I drop my dick, suddenly realizing I’m still holding onto it. I shove it back in my pants but stay leaning against the seat. “She’s drunk, and I think she’s crying. Something’s wrong.”

“She’s okay,” I sigh. “She’ll be a bit hungover in the morning, but she’ll be fine.”

“But I’ve never seen her like that—”

“Ian,” I say and he stops talking. “I was just on the phone with her. I promise she’s fine.” He’s silent for a long moment.

“You’re not fighting anymore?” His voice is cautious, and I sigh again. My cock is still painfully hard, but I’m way past the point of wanting to come now.

“We’re good,” I say, cutting myself off before I can say, “I hope.”

I don’t know if she’ll even remember any of this in the morning. I don’t know if she’ll still be pissed at me when she wakes up and is sober. Or if she’ll be even more pissed at me for watching her fuck herself while she was drunk.

That doesn’t make me a scumbag, does it?

“We’re good,” I repeat. “You good?”

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