Page 37 of The Family Man

She is mine, she just doesn’t know it yet. Now that I know my children like her, it’s a done deal. Maybe I’m moving too fast. Again. I don’t give a fuck. I want her, and if she wants me just as much, it’s over.

Thinking about her is making cock swell. I turn the water on cold, and I let the cold water take my heat down.

“Bullet Holes” by Bush is blaring over my system. Gavin Rossdale’s voice is my whole mood right now.

I step out of my shower, drying my hair while rocking slowly to the rifts of the bass guitarist. As I pull my sweatpants on. I look back at my bed, my phone’s screen lights up. “Sage.”

I click my music off. I pick up my phone to answer. “Yes, beautiful.”

I hear a small husky laugh. “Excuse me, mister neighbor, your music is too loud. I may have to call the police.”

I peer out of my window, and smirk when I see hers are shut tight.

“Your windows are shut. You can’t hear anything. What are you calling the police for? For what?” I throw myself on my bed, I bounce and settle.

“For disturbing my peace.”

“I can add more disturbance to your peace baby girl all you have to do is say yes.” I wait, my pulse is racing. I’m greeted by silence. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Everything is so different concerning Sage.

“Yes.”

Fuck yes! I arrange the pillows behind me and press speaker on my phone, placing it near to my ear.

“Tell me how you’re going to disturb my peace, Mr. Sullivan,” she purrs over the phone.

My cock hardens, if she can do that to me by just calling my name…

“I’m going to stretch your pussy out with my tongue the next time I get you,” I say. My cock is begging for attention. I reach down into my sweatpants and squeeze my length. Picturing her fingers doing it.

“Is that all?” she says, I can hear her shifting on her sheets.

“I’m fucking serious. I want to introduce my tongue to your clit so bad.” Shit, I begin to stroke.

“Anytime, Mr. Sullivan.” I can tell she is smiling over the phone.

“Have you ever squirted, baby girl?” I ask, my fist around my cock, making my strokes firmer.

“No.”

“Well, you haven’t been fucked right. No worries, I got you.”

I hear the breathing on the phone get harder.

“Do me a favor?” I take my cock out, and I begin to stroke it faster.

“What?”

“Dip your hand down into your underwear and tell me if you are wet yet.”

I lick my lips knowing she was.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby girl. I’m going to tell you what to do. You follow my instructions. And you’re going to come for me.” I squeeze my cock head.

I hear silence, I know she is there. Maybe stunned, but she is there.

“Do you understand, Sage?”

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