Page 63 of Graves

“Playing with my clit,” she says, her nervous smile practically audible through the phone.

Fuck. My cock instantly hardens, which is not ideal seeing as I’m lying on my chest on a cold rooftop, looking down a sniper scope, and waiting for my target who should be coming up for his nightly cigar any minute.

“What are you doing playing with yourself in my bed, angel?”

“I think I miss you,” she groans.

“You think?”

“Mhmm. I’m not sure because the idea sounds dumb, but I want to see you right now. I want you next to me in your bed.”

“I want that too, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing and what you’re thinking about, and it’ll be like I’m there?”

“Okay,” she pants. “I’m rubbing my clit with my fingers, and it feels so fucking good.”

I press my cock against the stone roof, seeking out any kind of possible relief as I speak.

“Yeah, angel? Why don’t you go ahead and slip a finger inside for me.”

“S-sure,” she stutters as she inhales sharply.

“There you go, angel. Does it feel like I’m with you now?”

“N-no. T-too small. You’re so big.”

“Good point. Put three more fingers inside yourself.”

“Three?” she balks.

“Three,” I command.

A pause of silence comes before she’s gasping into my ears.

“Fuck, Zayden. Yes.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to fuck yourself with those fingers the way I would.”

“Okay,” she agrees all too easily before she begins moaning and whimpering through the phone.

Fuck this. I roll onto my back quickly, pulling my cock out and tossing my glove to the side before I begin stroking my cock. Her little noises already have my cock leaking with precum, and as soon as I get a tight grip on myself, I feel my balls begin to draw up.

“What are you thinking about, angel? Talk to me.” I rasp.

“You and Dom,” she gasps.

That has my movements pausing for a moment before she continues.

“He told me that you guys have had a threesome together. With some other girl. I’m?—”

“Jealous?” I finish.

She whimpers in response.

“Aw, angel. No need to be jealous. I promise when I get back, my brother and I can make you feel so good. Don’t even worry.”

“He would never share me,” she says, though it sounds more like a pout.

“Don’t be so sure. There are things about Dominic you don’t know. I think he might just love sharing you, it’s me who won’t share you, sweetheart.”

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