Page 38 of The Family Man

“Yes. I do,” she whispers into my ear.

“Take those panties off for me and lie down on your bed.” I hear her wrestling over the phone.

“Use your left hand to cup your breast. Don’t be ashamed, baby girl. There is no shame in being a dirty girl.”

She inhales roughly. “Squeeze it gently. I can’t wait to touch them. Imagine my hands on your breasts. Shit. I can’t wait to feel them.”

“I’m dying to suck on your fucking nipple. Can I do that?”

“Yes,” she replies softly.

“Can I put my cock between your breasts? Would you stroke my cock for me?”

Shit, I hope she does, because I have intentions to do it.

“I need you to get your pussy ready for me baby. Suck on the two fingers of your right hand. Put them slowly into your mouth.”

I want to make her cum, but the way she just moaned over the phone, I may cum before she does.

“Slowly slide your fingers in and your mouth baby girl. Get them nice and wet for me.” My lower stomach begins to tighten.

“Close your eyes for me, think about me with my hand on your head, gathering your hair and me putting my fat cock into your beautiful mouth. Did I tell you how much I love your fucking mouth, Sage?”

She moans, and I can hear her carrying out my instruction to the “T.”

“I wish I was there next to you to show you. You could feel how hard my fucking cock is, how hot it is.” My heart is racing. My strokes turn into a hard tug, and precum appears. I rub it all over my head.

“I wish you could taste how much I want you. You will feel me throbbing in your mouth.” I suck in my breath, as my thighs twitch, my body is reacting to her moans.

“Take your finger out your mouth and slide it up and down your pussy. God I know you look so sexy right now.”

She gasps. I picture her with her eyes closed, chest up, head thrown back and her body arching on the bed.

“Is your pussy hot and wet, baby?”

She whispers, but I can’t hear her.

“You need to be clear, baby girl, because I will stop.” My brain shouts, “You better not.”

“Yes! It’s wet, Zac!” It’s the way she says my name that makes me dig my heels even more into my bed.

I chuckle; I can hear the frustration in her voice. “Tap if for me to hear how wet it is.”

I didn’t think I would hear anything, but the sound of wet tapping travels through the phone line.

“Shit. Take the two fingers that you sucked on and rub on your sweet clit for me. Can you do that, Sage?”

“Yes,” she answers. “Shit, Zac.”

“Rub it in tiny circles, Sage. Put a little pressure on it so you can feel it.” I shove my pants all the way down to my knees.

“Put your fingers back into your mouth and taste yourself.”

She does, and she moans out loud.

“Is it salty or do you have a honey sweet pussy, baby?” I swallow, like a hungry man trying to taste something that wasn’t there.

“Honey sweet,” she pants.

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