Page 34 of Withholding Nothing

She was quiet for a moment. “Yes, I think so.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you since our last call. Thinking about all the things I’d do once I got my hands on you,” I murmured.

“Oh yeah? I hope it includes using that tongue of yours that I haven’t stopped thinking about,” she purred.

“Mmm…been thinking about how I’d tease your nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking on them until their rock hard,” I mused.

“Mhm…and a little lower,” she said softly.

“Anxious to feel my tongue on that wet pussy, huh?”

“Of course.”

“Just imagine it…me being between your thighs as I lap up your juices, feeling you tremble above me as pleasure takes over your body. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Then suckling your sensitive clit until you beg me to stop.”

“I don’t think I’d ever tell you to stop,” she said and giggled.

“Maybe after I’ve made you come so many times that you’re too sensitive to touch. And that would be before I even fucked you.”

“You talk a good game, Mr. Avery. Too bad you’re unable to feel how wet I really am for you. I guess I’ll have to touch myself and imagine it’s your tongue and hard cock making me come tonight,” she said.

“I guess I'll have to imagine what that looks like. For now, I'll settle for hearing you moan for me.”

“I can do that,” she murmured, her voice soft. It was surreal to hear this woman at her most vulnerable. She put up a tough front when she was around me, but the way her demeanor changed the moment she spoke with me on the phone made my heart skip a beat. It didn't seem as if she was just talking to me because I was a caller; she even remembered my name and her voice changed a couple of octaves when she'd realized it was “Avery.”

A soft sigh distracted me from my musings, my cock hardening me in my shorts. “I’m already so wet for you, Avery,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah? I'd lick every drop from you, sex kitten.”

“I'd love that. But I'd also love having your big cock deep inside of me instead of my fingers.”

“I bet you're so tight, baby. Your pussy would feel so good bouncing on my cock,” I murmured.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I grinned and went back into the hallway, pausing at her door as my hand rested on the knob. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned it and cracked the door open. She laid on her back on her bed, her hand in her unbuttoned jeans. Her cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink as she fingered herself, biting her bottom lip to muffle her whimpers.

“That's it, baby,” I whispered close into the phone. “I bet you're dripping wet right now.”

“I am,” she breathed, her back arching as her hand moved faster.

“I want you to imagine me fucking you hard and deep, making you scream my name as I hit your spot over and over,” I murmured, my cock painfully hard now. She responded with short pants and moans, her chest rising and falling quicker with each breath. “I’d suck those perky nipples as I fucked you, my fingers caressing your swollen clit as your juicy pussy squeezes my cock. Would you like that, sex kitten?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck, I'm going to come.”

“Then come for me, baby.”

I watched as she fingered herself, finally bringing herself to her release with a lustful moan, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. I grinned to myself. She probably kept her voice low to prevent me from hearing her.

“Oh my God,” she finally said.

“That was sexy,” I said, a bit louder than I'd intended. She shot up in bed and looked toward the cracked door in horror. Scrambling off the bed, she rushed over and slammed the door shut, eliciting a chuckle from me.

“I didn't think I'd have the door slammed in my face after I’ve made you come,” I mused. The line was silent for a moment before her door slowly opened again. “But lucky for you, you can have all of that and more as soon as you say the word,” I said into the phone. She gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.

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