Page 159 of After All This Time

My pussy clenches so hard I have to bite back a whimper.

AMELIA

Show me what I'm missing, baby.

Moments later, a five-second video arrives.Ink-marked skin slides up and down that gorgeous cock like he's putting on a show just for me. The sound of his groan, when his thumb gathers the wetness at his tip, has my clit throbbing and myfingers itching to touch. I've never hated distance more than watching him pleasure himself when all I want is for those hands to be touching me.

AMELIA

God, I need you, Tobias. Tell me what you'd do if I were there.

My hand dips into my panties as I imagine the way he's touching himself.

TOBIAS

Everything, Mills. I want to bury my tongue so deep in that greedy little pussy you forget how to breathe. Want you to drench my face when you come all overme because that shit makes me lose my fucking mind.

I'm so completely gone for him.

My fingers work faster, but I also want to drag this out—to feel every single moment of this torture.

AMELIA

I'm so wet for you, baby.

My back arches off the bed, my free hand twisting the hotel sheets, imagining it's his hands, his cock, his everything destroying me piece by delicious piece.

Another video appears, and my breath catches. It starts on his face—that devastating smirk and those perfect lips I've memorized—before trailing down the ink decorating his chest. The camera keeps moving until I hear the sound of him spitting into his palm, watching as he coats his length with it. His strokes grow faster and more desperate, and then I hear him growl through the speaker.

"You want this cock buried inside you? It fucking misses you, Firefly. Misses its home. God, I wanna fuck you so bad."

The video ends, and pleasure rips through me like lightning, coiling hot and tight in my core. I'm so close I can taste it.

Fuck this distance.

I hit call, and he answers on the first ring. "Tell me you're close, Mills. Please."

"So close. I need to hear you. Need you with me."

"I'm right here." The sound of his hand working his cock makes me moan. "I'm fucking my fist, but I'm thinking about that perfect pussy. Let me hear what I'm doing to you."

I drive my fingers deeper, harder, letting him hear how unbelievably turned on I am by him.

"Fuck yes, that's what I need. My girl's getting so wet for me."

"Only ever for you." The truth of it makes me ache.

"I'm so hard it hurts. Jesus, the things I'd do to you right now." He pauses, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Do something for me, baby. Taste yourself.Show me what I can't have."

I switch to video call without hesitation.His eyes go feral as I suck my slick-covered fingers into my mouth, moaning like the needy slut he turns me into.

"God, I miss eating that pussy. How do you taste, baby?"

"Like I belong to you. Like every drop is yours."

He releases a sound that's half growl, half groan, pulling the phone back to give me a full view of his body—from those hungry eyes down to where he's desperately working his cock.

"Get those fingers back on that pussy. I need to watch you come for me. I need to hear my name on those pretty lips when you fall apart."

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