Page 85 of Taming Tesla

Right now, I’d say and do anything to justify what I’m about to do.

“Are you okay?”

I don’t say anything. I can’t because if I open my mouth, all sorts of sounds are gonna come out of it and none of them are going to sound okay.

“Are you running?”

The thought is ridiculous enough to get me out of my head for a second. “It’s three o’clock in the morning, Cari.” I let out a gruff laugh. I’ve still got my hand wrapped around my cock, pumping and stroking myself. “I’m not running.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” I know exactly when she understands. I can hear it in the way her breath catches in her throat. Listening to her breathe is better than any fantasy I had going.

“Oh…” the word trails off and I know she’s about to hang up. Suddenly, that’s the last thing I want.

“Where are you?” I ask her. “Are you in bed?”

“Yes.” The word comes out soft. Breathless. Like she’s running right beside me.

I can see her. She’s wearing what she always wears to bed—boy shorts and a T-shirt. Tight across her breasts, exposing their curves. Her pouty, pink nipples, begging to be sucked through the thin, soft fabric of her shirt. The hem of it skimming across her belly, giving me a glimpse of flesh, waiting to be pushed up so I can watch her tits bounce while I—

Fuck.

“I’m about to come,” I ground out. “So, if you don’t want to listen, hang up the phone.”

She doesn’t answer me, but I know she’s still there because I can hear her breathing. The sound of it, fast and shallow fills my narrow entryway. I keep my eyes closed so I can pretend she’s here with me. On her knees in front of me, her warm, wet mouth, sucking my cock. The head of it bumping against the back of her throat every time I thrust into her—

“Wait,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Let me come with you.”

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