Page 48 of Lemon Cake

You’re doing so well. Fuck that pussy of yours and let me hear it all.

“More,” Gemma begged, her voice raspy and desperate for her release.

He gave her everything, listening as Gemma fell apart. She crashed over the edge, his name like a prayer on her lips. He was painfully hard, and the precum leaking into his boxers didn’t give any relief.

Fuck,how was he supposed to get off the bus with his cock pressing to be released.

So beautiful.

Just like that, let me hear it all.

Then he slowed the toy, listening as her breathing evened out. Once she returned to reality, she disconnected the toy.

“Will you let me see you come later?” Her voice was still strained, but the hope laced in those words made him grin.

Yes baby. I’ll show you later, once I’m home. If you’re still up.

She let out a pleased hum, just as the bus pulled up to the airport. “Call me once you’re home.” Then she blew him a kiss and hung up.

Rider dropped his head back and let out a silent groan. He was still hard, but that wasn’t the reason behind the flush on his cheeks. This woman was everything—hiseverything.

He held his jacket in front of him to cover the evidenceof his arousal. He’d hoped the cold would puthimback to sleep, but damn that bastard didn’t want to do as he was told.

The plane was stuffed with snacks and after eating his fair share, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his heart light and his stomach tickling from the butterflies.

Just as he promised, he called Gemma once he got home. Already undressing, he put the phone on speaker and threw it on the bed.

“Hey.”

“You sound sleepy.”

She laughed, which turned into a yawn. “I fell asleep.”

“Would you like to go back to sleep?”

“No way.”

“Will you join me then?” he asked, cringing at the near begging in his tone.

“Already getting comfy.”

Rider dropped onto the bed, joggers around his knees. “I’m already hard for you.” The toy was already connected when he opened the app. “Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please.” There it was again, that sweet little hum that was becoming addictive.

“Remember, you don’t have to share yourself,” he assured, turning on the video chat.

Her room was dark and so was her screen, but he didn’tmind—especially not with the whimper she gave him when she saw his cock. Desperate, he stroked hard and fast—his erection hadn’t let up since that bus ride. She moaned when his thumb swiped away a drop of precum and spread it down his length. His hips kicked, the visual of her tongue lapping it up at the forefront of his mind.

“I wish it was your hand stroking me.”

“Me too. I liked it.”

“I know, I could see it in your eyes. You loved every second of sucking my dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Gemma sighed in response.

He rewarded her by upping the intensity—and himself with faster fist strokes down his cock. “You made me feel so good. Maybe one day I’ll let you suck me while you fuck yourself with that toy.”

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