Page 24 of Mr. Hook-up

“I wouldn’t even have to try. It would go right in.”

“Goddamn it.” I was stroking harder, faster. “I want you circling, staying on the outside. Go all around, spreading your wetness. And while you’re doing that, add more pressure to your clit.”

“Ah!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I ... want it.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“My finger. I need it.”

“Because you want to come?”

She moaned, “Yes.”

The image of her legs open and wide, her hand between them, her finger on the verge of entering—there was nothing hotter.

“Do it,” I ordered. “But just one, not two.”

“Ahhh.”

“Is it all the way in?”

“Yesss.”

“Are you dipping it in and out?”

Her breath came out labored when she said, “I’m moving quickly. I can’t stop. It feels too good.”

So was I.

My balls were already tightening as I fisted my dick. I normally used lube, lotion—whatever. I didn’t have that right now, but it didn’t matter because I was in so deep, visualizing her wetness.

“Push down on your clit, like you’re swiping the screen of your phone.”

“Oh shit.” She hissed. “Can I have another finger?”

She was asking permission.

Damn, that was sexy.

“How badly do you want it?”

“You. Have. No. Idea.”

The emphasis of each word told me she was close to coming.

“You can have it under one condition.”

“Anything,” she promised.

“You need to arch those fingers up, aiming them toward your stomach, and that’s the angle you need to move in each time you thrust inside.”

She got louder, until it sounded like she blew a burst of air into the phone. “Oh my God. What is ...that.”

“Your G-spot.”

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