Page 26 of Her Possessive Daddies

She takes a shaky breath, and when she speaks, her words tumble out in a rush. "I'm nervous, I'm hot, I'm aroused…and you're doing it all to me."

I laugh, a deep rumble that vibrates through the phone, and I hear her gasp again, soft and breathless. My hand slides down my stomach, fingers brushing against the growing tightness in my groin. I adjust myself, the fabric of my slacks straining as I sit back in my chair.

My voice is husky and deliberate. “Tell me where your hands are right now.”

There’s a pause, and I can almost see her biting her lip, hesitating. “They’re… on my breasts,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, my own hand moving to unzip my pants. “Now, tell me how they feel.”

“Soft,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper. “Warm. I’m… I’m touching them, pinching my nipples." She moans a deep, throaty moan that almost drives me over the edge.

“And what else?” I press, my fingers sliding beneath the waistband of my boxers. “What else are you feeling?”

“I’m… I’m wet,” she confesses, her voice breaking slightly. “I can feel it. I’m so wet.”

“Fuck,” I groan, my hand wrapping around myself. “Touch yourself. Let me hear you. Put your fingers inside your sweet, sweet pussy. God, I wish I was there to do it to you.”

There’s a soft rustling on the other end of the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Oh God,” she whimpers, and I can tell she’s following my instructions.

“That’s it,” I encourage, my own hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes on my throbbing cock. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good it feels.”

Her breathing quickens, shallow and uneven, and I hear the faintest sound of her fingers moving against her skin. “Corey,” she moans, her voice heavy with need.

“Tell me,” I demand, my own arousal building with every sound she makes. “Tell me what you’re doing.” I'm panting into the phone, just as much for her as I am for my own release.

“I’m… I’m touching myself,” she gasps, her voice barely audible. “I’m so close, I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” I growl, my own movements becoming more urgent. “Come for me, Abbie. Let me hear what you sound like when you fall apart.” I grasp my own cock, sliding furiously up and down the shaft as I nearly drop the phone, desperate for us to climax together.

Her breath is coming in sharp gasps as she moans my name, and then she’s crying out, her voice breaking as she falls apart. I follow her over the edge, my own release crashing over me as I listen to her moans, her soft whimpers as she comes down from her high.

For a moment, there’s only silence, the sound of our breathing filling the space between us. Then, softly, she speaks. “Corey?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” I say her name softly, my voice still rough from the force of my own orgasm. She’s quiet on the other end, and I can almost feel her embarrassment radiating through the phone. “You still there?”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice small, almost shy. “I’m here.”

I settle back in my chair, the leather creaking softly under my weight. My hand rests on my chest, feeling the steady thrum of my heartbeat slowing. “You’re quiet,” I say, keeping my tone light, teasing. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You don't regret what just happened, do you?”

“No,” she says quickly, then hesitates. “I just… I don’t usually do things like that. Especially with someone I barely know.”

I chuckle, low and warm. “That was exactly what I wanted to happen. Trust me, I’m not regretting a damn thing.”

She releases a breath, a soft, nervous laugh. “Really?”

“Really,” I say, my voice firm. “You’re… something else, you know that? I haven’t done anything like that in a long time. Not with anyone.”

There’s a pause, and I detect the faint rustle of sheets as she shifts. “How long?” she asks, her voice tentative, curious.

I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “Years,” I admit. “I’ve been… focused on other things. Work, mostly. But you… you’ve got me thinking about things I haven’t thought about in a while.”

She’s quiet again, and I can almost picture her biting her lip, her luminous eyes wide, her cheeks flushed. “Corey,” she says finally, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” I tell her, my voice gentle. “Just know that I’m not going anywhere. And I can’t wait to see you on Saturday.”

“Do you think it’ll be weird? After….you know.”

I chuckle, the sound deep and rich. “I’m sure we can handle it.”

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