Page 138 of Pretty Obsessed

"I had to see you."

"Can I have my gift?" He produced a big grin and I laughed.

"Promise me something first?"

“Sure.”

“You won't use it until I say you can," I said, choosing my words carefully to not give away what it was.

"Of course."

I pressed my lips to his before returning to my suitcase to fish out the gift I'd got him. I held the matte black box out. It was nondescript with a black bow but nothing more to reveal what might be inside.

Glee leaked out of my pores. I couldn't wait for him to see it. I'd planned on giving it to him before he left. He turned the box over in delicate fingers giving it a shake before taking it over to the counter. He lifted the lid off to find a soft black velvet layer. Carefully he opened it to reveal a dildo.

He brushed his fingers over the soft silicone, recognition sparking on his face. It wasn't just any dildo. This was an exact replica of my cock.

"It's yours."

"Yes. I had it made for our video calls."

A smile spread over his face. "And I have to wait until we video chat to use it." He wrapped his fingers around it, bringing it to his lips, to suck on the head.

I groaned. "Yes, you do. But just the first time. I want to watch the first time."

"You know, you could fuck my mouth while I fuck myself with this too."

My brows rose. "You want me to fill all your holes, don't you?"

Emory nodded eagerly. "Yes."

"Deal."

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip and replaced it. "You're making me not want to go to my panel. I want to be here naked with you all afternoon."

"I know, but you need to do this." I tugged him closer by the shirt. "And not in rumpled sex clothes. You go shower, I'll pick out what you're going to wear."

"I don’t like that idea. Only because you won't come shower with me."

"If I do that, you'll never make it to the panel."

"I know, I know." He pulled off his shirt and walked backward while stripping off his pants.

"You are getting screwed into the mattress when you get back."

"Mmmm. I hope so."

"I should throw this at you." I picked up the box.

“Did you take the time to make me a replica of your cock so you could throw it at me during a fight?” He took his time pushing off his boxers and grabbed his cock.

“Yes.”

“Fair. I'll probably deserve it." He stroked over himself, moaning loud and wanton before disappearing into the bathroom.

Twenty-Six

Emory Ker

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