Page 114 of Crazy Thing

On a shaky inhale, she props the phone against my pen holder. Then she leans back on her elbows. “Sir! This call isbeing monitored for quality assurance purposes!” She fake-scolds me. As she speaks, she’s slowly slipping her cotton underwear down the length of her thighs.

My cock bobs, tenting the bath towel that’s wrapped around my waist. I chuckle. “Quality assurance?”

Ziggy nods, dropping her panties to the floor and spreading herself wider for the camera. “To ensure that you’re getting the best possible customer experience.”

Fuck. Look at those pussy lips. Those pretty pink petals. Glossy from her arousal. Pulsing and throbbing with need.

I fling my bath towel to the floor, curling a fist around my dick. “Don’t tempt me, Ziggy. I’m tempted to come home right this minute and give you a quality assurance experience you’ll never forget. Now, play with your pussy for me.”

She breaks out into a fit of giggles as her fingers trace along the seam of her pelvis. But the moment she circles her clit, the laughter falls away, replaced by an abrupt whimper.

“Shit…” I groan, refusing to even blink as wetness gathers at her opening, making her fingers slick.

“Like this?” she asks, locking her hooded eyes on mine.

“Yes, Ziggy. Just like that.”

“Are you touching yourself, too?” she asks me, now slowly flicking her bud back and forth. “I can’t see anything.”

That’s when I realize that I’m not giving her the best view. I place a pillow in the middle of the bed and prop my phone against it.

“There. Is that better, Fairy Girl?” I hold my cock at the base while my other hand moves up and down my length. “Do you see how hard I am? Do you see what you’re doing to me?”

A pink flush colors her cheeks. “Oh god…” she mutters, her breasts arching upward as her spine curves. “Yes, Darius.”

She’s absolutely gorgeous like this. So wet. Dripping. Making a mess all over my desk.

“Use both hands,” I command her, needing more. “Touch yourself with both hands.”

Ziggy smooths her palms along her thighs, from her knees to her center, opening herself wider. With the fingers of one hand, she spreads her nether lips apart as her other hand continues to stroke her clit.

My brain is throbbing. My heart is beating inside my ballsack.She’s so fucking hot.

“Like this?” she groans, her eyes momentarily squeezing tight.

Breathing raggedly, I cup my balls and give them a squeeze. “Fuck yourself with your finger.” I croak out the request.

Her eyelashes flutter as she obeys me, entering her tight cunt with a single digit.

The strap of her camisole has slipped down over the delicate curve of her shoulder. Her jaw hangs open. Her hair is a sexy mess. How is it possible for any woman to be so beautiful?

“Another finger,” I command her.

She stuffs herself with a second slender digit. All the way to the hilt. I watch her liquids coat her hands. My desk is drenched. Ziggy is sitting in the shiny pool of her arousal gathering on the mahogany tabletop. That only makes me grow harder.

“Taste yourself, Ziggy. Tell me how good you taste.”

She holds her breath. She brings her hand to her mouth. She clasps her lips around her fingers and sucks. “Mmm,” she moans softly.

I grit my teeth against a primal growl. “Say it. Out loud.”

“Good,” she breathes out, her pupils flared with arousal. “It tastes so…good.”

We watch each other, moaning and writhing and enjoying each other’s bodies despite the hundreds of miles between us.

My eyelids are heavy and my body is humming and sparking like a livewire. “Now, show me how you make yourself come. When you’re all alone. Thinking about me.”

Ziggy scoffs. “Who says I think about you when I—?”

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