Page 13 of His Red Carnation

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered.

She was persistent, and I wanted her so fucking badly. My cock throbbed, and I knew I’d have to jerk off immediately.

There won’t be a next time, Sloane.

I grew more frustrated with each passing second, furious that I couldn’t have her the way I wanted.

?? Okay, sure. Look how long it took you to give in today.

I shook my head—she wasn’t wrong. Without replying, I pulled out my dick and started stroking myself, thinking about that perfect ass.

What are you doing? Jerking off?

I ignored her text, focusing on the image in my mind—her ass bouncing on my cock. Only a minute later, my phone buzzed again—FaceTime.Fuck it.I accepted, and her screen lit up with the sight of her perfect pink pussy, her fingers swirling around her clit. She was smiling in the background.

“Youarejerking off, you pervert,” she teased.

My breathing hitched, my strokes speeding up as I watched her play with herself.

“Play with your tits,” I muttered, my voice rough.

“Bossy, huh? I thought this wasn’t going to happen again,” she teased, but still grabbed her full tit, pushing my restraint even further.

“Doesn’t count. I’m not touching you,” I responded quickly, trying to hold off my orgasm.

She laughed softly. “Still counts to me. Let me see your big cock in your hand.”

Sitting down on the closed toilet, I angled my phone to show her, but my eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching her.

“I want my mouth around it again. I want you to shove it down my throat,” she breathed, her hand slipping back between her legs.

“Fuck, Sloane,” I groaned, feeling the pre-cum drip into my fingers.

“What would you do to me if I were there right now?” Her voice turned quiet, serious, as her gaze locked with mine through the camera.

“I’d turn you around and give you another slap on your ass for trying so hard to fuck me,” I blurted out.

She giggled. “And then?”

I wasn’t going to last long. Her sweet little voice talking dirty pushed me closer to the edge. “And then I’d spread your legs, get on my knees, and taste your sweet pussy.”

She moaned, eyes fluttering shut. I watched as she brought her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, slowly licking them clean.

“I can still taste your cum,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Make yourself come, baby. I’m gonna explode.”

My load shot up, landing on my hand as I drained every last drop. Her moans echoed through the phone, the screen shaking, but I couldn’t see her.

Panting, I stared at my phone, waiting for her face to reappear. Finally, she came into view, smiling at me—suddenly looking a little shy.

“I want you,” she whispered, settling into her bed.

Fuck, I want her too.

“I know. I want you too,” I admitted.

She smiled wider. “I like hearing you say that. For a minute, I thought I was delusional or something,” she teased.

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