Page 79 of Taming You

I can picture her lying in bed as she lazily drags her finger over that exposed area, and dammit, I wish that was my finger, or better yet, my tongue.

I move into the living room and start throwing my movies and video games into a box, nothing organized and just haphazardly thrown in.

“The tank top is silk, but it’s lace around my breasts. Only my nipples are covered by a tiny triangle of silk.”

“Woman, you’re killing me.”

“One more box, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Standing in the centre of my living room, I try to figure out what to pack next, and my eyes catch on the throw blankets I’ve grabbed over time for Zoey. Those will easily and quickly fill a box. I throw them in and plop myself on the couch.

“You really are a needy boy, aren’t you, Matthew?”

“Fuck yes, Zoey. I need to hear you.”

“I think you’re missing something,” she purrs.

“Please, Zoey. Please let me hear you come.” I sound like a desperate fool, but I am, and I don’t care if she knows it.

“Good boy. I’m taking my pyjamas off now and grabbing one of my trusted little helpers out of my drawer.”

I moan.

“What would you to do to me if you were here, Matthew?”

That’s a very easy question to answer. “I’d spread your legs nice and wide to get a look at your perfect pussy. Would I find you wet for me, Zo?”

“Soaked.”

“I’d slowly fill you with two fingers as I watch your face. I love the look on your face when I fill you.”

“Mmhmmm.”

“I’d suck on your clit until your hand is in my hair.” I’m as hard as a rock. I push my sweats and boxer briefs down and grip my cock, giving it a long stroke. “What are you doing right now, Zo?”

“I have two fingers in my pussy. I’m imaging they’re yours. And a clit sucker on my clit, imagining it’s your mouth.”

“Is that how you’d want to come? Do you want to drown me in your cum?”

“Yes,” she moans, and my hand picks up speed.

“Do you think I could get you to squirt all over my mouth? Would you make a mess for me to clean up?”

“Matt.”

“Play with your nipples, baby. I want to hear you come.”

“What are you doing, Matt? Tell me.”

“My hand’s around my cock, but it’s no substitute for your perfect pussy.”

She moans, and I move my hand quicker.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on you again. I want nothing more than to keep you tied to my bed until I’ve had my fill of you.”

“I think I’ll be the one doing the tying up.”

Everything Zoey says turns me on. This woman has me wrapped around her little finger, and I’m not even mad about it. If she says jump, I’ll ask how high.

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