Page 43 of Temptress

“How do you usually use that toy, Sloane? Do you fuck yourself nice and slow, or do you stuff your pussy full like I do with my cock?”

Up until Silas, I’d always been slow and gentle. I always got off, but it usually took a while for me to get myself there. Now I knew why.

“I usually go slow.”

“Is that what you want this time?”

I shook my head, whimpering as the tip of the vibrator skated softly over my swollen clit. “No. I want it like only you give to me.”

“That’s what I thought. Then stop playing around, baby. Give me a show and drive that vibrator deep inside your cunt. Pretend it’s my fat cock filling you up. I want to watch as you fuck yourself.”

I cried out as I buried the vibrator deep, sliding it over my G-spot as I used it to fuck myself like I never had before. As tempting as it was to throw my head back and close my eyes as I got closer to my release, I couldn’t peel my eyes off Silas.

He was still holding the phone to his ear, but his other hand was stuffed into the front of his boxer briefs, and I could see by the way his forearm flexed that he was jerking himself off as he watched me.

“I want to see you,” I panted into the phone. “Take your cock out, Si. Let me watch you fuck your fist.”

“Will that make you even hotter, baby? Seeing how hard I am for you? What you do to me.”

I bit down on my bottom lip on a needy mewl and nodded my head as my hips rocked with each plunge of the vibrator inside of me.

“God, Si. You have the most perfect cock,” I sighed when he pulled his underwear low enough to free it.

He brought his palm to his mouth and spit on it before grabbing hold of his swollen dick again. He jerked it hard and fast, twisting his fist at the head on every upward pull.

“One of these days, I’m going to put you on your knees and feed this between your lips. Then I’m gonna fuck your gorgeous face until you choke. Would you swallow my cum or would you want me to paint your body with it?”

I hummed as I drove the vibrator into my pussy harder and faster, snapping my hips in time with my hand. It felt so good, but I still wished it was him filling me up. Nothing compared, even with his filthy words pushing me higher and higher.

“I’d want whatever you want,” I panted. “Si. I’m close. I’m going to—”

“Come with me,” he grunted. “Scream my name and flood that toy of yours while I squirt all over my fist, wishing it was your perfect tits.”

I went off, my noises filling the room as I came long and hard. His rough, feral growl as spurt after spurt of cum shot from the head of his cock only fueled my own release, dragging it out even longer until I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and collapsed onto my bed.

His heavy breathing carried through the line for a solid minute before he finally spoke. “How is it I came hard enough that I almost blacked out, and I wasn’t even fucking you?”

A hoarse chuckle rattled up my throat. “I don’t know, but the feeling’s mutual. The only time I’ve come harder was earlier today in the dance studio.”

“You’ve ruined me, baby,” he said quietly, reverently. The sincerity in those words made tears prick at my eyes. “I’ll never be the same, and it’s all because of you.”

“Silas,” I whispered around the knot of emotion in my throat.

“It’s not only this. It’s how you handled my girl earlier tonight when she told you about those bitches messing with her at school. It’s everything you do.” Oh god. He was going to make me cry after some of the kinkiest phone sex I’d ever had. “I’m starting to think one of the smartest things I’ve ever done was chasing you out of the cafeteria.”

I sniffled, unable to form words without giving away that I was silently crying. But I had a sneaking suspicious he already knew that.

“Goodnight, my sassy girl. Have the sweetest dreams.”

“You too, Silas.”

20

SILAS

Idropped the paintbrush into the tray and took a step back, blowing out a long, deep breath of relief. It was finally fucking done. The last hideous wall was painted. Christ, it felt good to finally be finished. The memory of the fuchsia office would likely haunt me for the rest of my life, but at least I could sit in the room now without getting sick.

Marco tossed the paint roller down and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and shot me a glare.

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