Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Yeah? What did you like about that?” My heart’s racing. I’m suddenly very thankful that Allison isn’t home and she won’t be back for another couple hours. “Aside from the obvious.”
“It was about making you feel good. About giving you pleasure. And about taking my own desires. You know I want you, Isabel. I think about my tongue between your legs all the time.”
“Tell me more.” My voice drops and I lean back against the arm of the couch, cheeks flushed. I spread my legs, going slow at first, letting my pulse build as the heat grows.
“You taste like heaven to me. Your moans drive me wild. I’ve never been so hard as when I got you off, made you come, and licked you from top to bottom. I want to slide my tongue down your slit again, roll it around your clit, suck until you say my name.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my hand slipping down under my panties. I shouldn’t do this. We’re breaking some unspoken rule. But I’ve been so pent-up, so stupidly horny for the past few weeks, and I really could use this right now. “Keep going.”
“You’re touching yourself,” he says. “Don’t stop. Think about my fingers sliding deep inside of your pussy. Your beautiful, tight little pussy, and the way your back arches as you moan. I want to lick your lovely clit, suck it slowly, get you writhing with pleasure as my fingers fuck you deep. Do you like that?”
“I love it,” I say, holding back moans. “I think about this too. God, I shouldn’t tell you that. But I think about you all the time.”
“I picture you riding me. The moment right before I slide inside of you, when my cock is pressed against your tip and my heart is racing and I’m so fucking hard. You did this thing, your back arched, and I slipped into your soaking little pussy, your beautiful and tight pussy. You rode me fast as my hands explored your body.”
I rub my clit, slide my fingers inside, and rub my clit some more. I’m panting, breathing hard. I’ve never had phone sex before in my life but this feels good and his voice is driving me wild.
“Keep going,” I moan. “Talk to me.”
“I dream about your moans, about you gliding up and down my thick cock, about spanking you hard and making you gasp. Your whimpers, your groans. All the lovely noises you make. Everything about you. I want to hold your hands above your head and fuck you, Isabel. I want to make you all mine. I can wait forever, if that’s what it takes, but I want to pin you down on your belly and fuck you from behind. Ravage you, fill you to the brim.”
I rub faster, faster, breathing hard. “Conlan. More.”
“That’s what you’d say, and I’d give you whatever you wanted. I’d fill you deep and fuck you faster, pull your hair, rub your clit, bite your shoulder and make you fucking scream.”
“Conlan,” I moan, leaning my head back, my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m fucking close.”
“Then come on my thick cock, Isabel, my beautiful wife. Come for me, you filthy fucking girl. You dirty girl. You want to fuck me, you want me to hold you down and fill you to the brim until your mind goes blank and you’re nothing more than a throbbing pussy. I want to fill every inch of you with my cum, leave you nice and messy. I want to own you, Isabel, own you and fuck you and fill your every inch.”
I come, breathing hard into the receiver. I come with my hand between my legs, and it’s not enough, it’s not the same, but goddamn, it feels good.
He must know I’m finished. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds as I stretch out with a sigh.
But he breaks the silence. “I’d love to come lick your fingers clean right now.”
“God, you’re crazy.” But I’m grinning like a moron. “You’d really do it to, wouldn’t you? Come lick my fingers?”
“Yes. I would.”
“Could you walk away after? I mean, could you do that then go back to your truck?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’ve been stalking you for months now. I have more self-control than you give me credit for.”
“Good point. I kind of want to test you now.”
“Go ahead. Walk to your front door. Open it enough to stick your hand out.”
I hesitate. This is stupid, but I’m smiling so hard my face might break. “All right, I’m going.”
I leap up and run to the door. I unbolt the lock, yank it open, and shove my arm out.
I see him come toward me. The phone’s still to his ear. He’s in slacks and a button-down, his forearms bulging. Fuck, he’s beautiful, and I’m making such a stupid mistake.
But he takes my hand in his. He’s warm, handsome. He leans forward, takes one finger, and licks it. Then takes it into his mouth, cleaning it off with his tongue. He repeats the process, saying nothing, licking my fingers, licking he taste of my pussy from my skin. When he’s done, he turns and walks away.