Page 90 of Imperfect Player

The naughtiness, the feeling, the praise—all of it has me on edge. I just need him to speak again. To tell me to come, to fall, to do whatever he wants me to.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes. So good.”

“Faster, baby. Move your fingers faster for me. I want to hear you come. I want to…”

That’s it, that’s all I need to finally get my release: his approval. With his words falling over me, I work my fingers feverishly, my body jolting, my moans filling the room.

I tumble down a path that I never want to end.

“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Ethan says.

As I lie here, trying to come down from the explosive roller coaster I was just on, I turn the tables.

“Are you hard?”

“Hard? I’m fucking rock solid after hearing that.”

“Are you . . . ”

“Am I what, sunshine? Say it.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet. Should I?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, sunshine. Tell me what I should do.”

If I weren’t so sexually satisfied, I would be nervous as hell. But the pleasure still washing over me gives me the courage to say the words that I know he wants to hear.

“Grab your cock.”

He groans. “Done.”

“Slowly move your hand up . . . ”

“Then?”

I can hear the impatience in his voice. He’s following my orders. Doing as I asked even though I know damn well he wants this to move faster.

“Rub your precum over the head of your cock.”

Another groan.

“Make sure your hand is tight around your cock and move it down and up, slowly. Build the anticipation.”

“Listening to you come over the phone built up plenty of anticipation.”

“Even more than the feeling of my mouth covering you, licking every drop off the head of your cock?”

“Your mouth, huh?”

“Yeah. I want to taste you, Ethan. I want your cock to fill my mouth.”

“Can I pick up the pace here?”

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