Page 170 of Chaos Kills

“I bet you taste sweet,” he mutters. “The exact contrast to the smartass mouth.”

My nipples pebble at the drop of his voice. “You’d have to ask Reeve.”

“You mentioning my brother isn’t going to stop me from stroking my cock right now.”

“What will?”

“Honestly…?” I wait on bated breath for the excuse. For Cairo to come to reason because we didn’t have the picture-perfect start, and we’re starting to turn into—“Nothing. I know your pussy was thinking of me when you creamed your panties. That’s all I need to know.” I open my mouth to rebuke that fact—that it could’ve been Levi—but Cairo cuts in first with, “Slide one of your hands between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”

My eyes slit. “Sounds like you need help.”

“Do it, and I’ll get you any part you need out of Wharf Bay for your Nova. At any time, no limit.”

Damn, how could a girl turn that down? And all I have to do is touch myself?

Lying down on my back, I bring my knees up and spread them before slithering a hand exactly where he requested—no,orderedit.

“How much detail do you want, Sinatra? I’m getting soaked.”

“Play with your clit and let me hear you. No fake bullshit. Just shut up and think of me with your blue panties wrapped around my cock.”

“How tightly?”

“Loosely,” he counters. “So I can feel the fabric brush against my skin like you’re here. I don’t see you ripping your panties off. You’d just peel them to the side with how impatient you are.”

Shit, he’s right.

I’m as restless as they come when turned on. And I am.

Right now.

Especially when Cairo’s voice has become slightly more strained since the beginning of this call.

“I like to bottom out,” I tell him to contribute more to his plight. “Discovering how long it’ll take a man to?—”

“You’re just askin’ for it,” he grinds out, sounding pissed, but we both know it’s a load of shit. “If you were here, you wouldn’t come at all.”

“Bullshit.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t play games. My threats aren’t empty. You’ll have my cum all over you, and then, if you’re a good girl…I’ll let you come all over my cock.”

My core muscles tighten in excitement at Cairo’s alleged torturing of me.

Because I can see it.

He’s that kind of asshole.

“Fuck,” I hear him growl, sounding close to the edge, and I strum my clit harder at his picked-up breathing. I bet he has so much pent-up sexual tension that he’s ready to break apart at any second.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I breathe seductively through the phone. “And watch my ass bounce as you pound into me.”

“I want you face down, Little T. You’re gonna take every inch of me.”

“Like a good little girl, right?”

“Mhm…you’d be that for me, wouldn’t you.” He says it with confidence, and it’s not a question. Cairo knows that, whenever he gets me, I’m going to submit.

Which means I shouldn’t let him.

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