Page 41 of Midnight Torment

“Show me.” I wanted to see his cock straining to get to me, those silver balls moving as his strong hand massaged his length.

“Hold on.” He’d been standing up, but he set his phone down on the bed and I got a sneak peek of his shirt been dragged over his head. The phone moved again and the view was down his ribbed torso, his cock erect and proud. His hand grabbed the base and started to move rhythmically up and down, his thumb flicking over the top.

“I really need to feel you inside me,” I moaned, my fingers dipping inside to rub that area he always found with eerie precision. “Jordan.”

“Keep going, baby.”

I had trained in a sex club, frequented the dark side of it where strangers hooked up for random sex, but I had never seen a man masturbate. “Is it wrong that I want to watch you in real life?” I asked. “To help with my tongue trailing along the underside until I tug those piercings between my teeth?”

His hand moved faster.

“Get those fingers moving. There is no fucking way I’m coming before you.”

My index and middle fingers frantically created friction, my other hand joining in to play with my clitoris. My head flopped back and my mouth opened. His erection strained toward the phone and pressure gathered deep in my stomach.

“Jordan,” I whimpered.

“Shit.” I knew the way his cock moved that he was getting ready to come.

All my inhibitions had dissolved, my legs fully widened to allow me complete access. I pinched my clitoris between my thumb and fingers, and my legs trembled. I pressed harder as I rubbed and my stomach spasmed.

“Come for me, baby,” Jordan commanded in the same tone he used all those years ago.

My stomach tightened and my hips tilted. All that was missing was his full length moving inside me. “I wish you were here filling me.”

“Soon, baby. I’ll be there really soon.”

I watched his cock ooze pre-cum, his hand moving up and down. My stomach spasmed again.

“Fuck, Jordan. I can’t take much more.” My back arched. “I want you so badly.”

“Imagine my cock filling you, Meg. Feel as I moved inside you in hard strokes.” My eyes were glued to the screen with his cock. I moaned again and my ass cheeks clenched.

“Jordan…” My entire body started to shake.

Ribbons of come erupted from his cock and I was lost. My pussy clamped around my fingers, my legs moving together as I gave myself the first hand-generated orgasm of my life. My head fell back and I released a groan that sounded like an injured animal calling for help.

“Fuck, Megan. Look at you falling apart. If I could crawl down this phone to get to you I would.”

I fell back, perspiration coating my naked body, my breathing irregular. “You better be on the next flight home.”

“Promise. Love you, baby.”

I crawled forward to retrieve my phone. “I love you, too, Jordan. Please come home safely.”

“I’ll do my best. Make sure you’re packed and ready to fly to South Africa when we get home. All your vaccines are up to date and Flynn should have our new paperwork. It’ll be a tight turnaround when I get home. Can you pack me some stuff as well?” He paused. “Actually, leave it. My stuff is in the apartment or the house.”

A grin emerged on my face. “Flynn could take me home to pack and I could feed Simon.” Most of my clothes were at that house anyway since we kept collecting my stuff every few weeks from my apartment until it was nearly empty and my walk-in wardrobe at the house filled.

“Megan—”

“Leave it with me, Jordan. Gotta go, I love you!” I frantically waved at him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“You are going to kill me,” he muttered.

“Never smother in anger, only with kindness,” I replied in a chirpy tone.

His lips twitched but he never took the bait. “Make sure you’re ready for me coming home.”

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