Page 98 of Pretty Obsessed

"How badly?" Another groan accompanied my words.

"I miss it." Pleasure washed over his face, relaxing the lines.

"What do you miss? Tell me exactly."

"Your hands on me." He inhaled sharply. "I like when you're jacking me off. So much better than my own hand."

"I'd much rather be inside you while I’m stroking you. Then I can feel your reactions from the inside.”

His eyes closed for half a second but snapped open when he heard my words. "I miss that, too."

"Me inside you?"

"Yes."

"Say it," I prompted.

"I wish you were inside me right now, as deep as possible. Filling me. Fucking me. Owning me."

His words moved through me, stirring things I'd never had ignited before. Deep dark places making me crave things with Emory I had no business craving.

"I want to own you." It wasn’t the first time he’d used that word, and I liked it way too much.

"You already do," he whispered. "Parts I never thought anyone would own."

He left me speechless. We stared at each other, both lost to arousal and new territory. I couldn't let it die.

"I want all the parts. Now let me see you again."

He did as I asked, giving me a show, letting me watch him touch himself in the most intimate ways.

"Can I see you? Please." He whimpered the please.

"How could I say no to you when you ask like that?” I did as he did, flipping my camera to let him watch me play. I kept it slow, wanting this to last. His groan told me all I needed to know.

"I miss it more now."

"Do you miss it down your throat?"

"Yes, I miss your taste on my lips." He sucked in a breath and his knees fell wider apart.

"Take your pants off."

He set the phone aside and a few seconds later returned with bare hips and thighs. All of him out with bare feet.

"Now I want to see your hole." It was a big ask, and I fully expected him to say no, but… if he let me, I'd come in seconds.

"How?" he asked.

"Just like that. Pull your knee to your chest, flip your camera back, and wet your fingers."

He flipped and slid his fingers into his mouth getting them good and slick with his saliva. He hooked his arm and phone around his thigh positioning the view so I could see him spread, hole and cock and all the way up his stomach, and part of his chest with his shirt pushed up.

"Wow."

His slick fingers pressed into his ring, spreading the wetness there, playing. "It would be so much better if this were your cock."

My breath caught and my dick throbbed. "Soon, dearest. Soon."

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