Page 46 of Love Her

She twisted her head to the side where the phone was closer. “So can we go back to where we were?”

“Sure, but first, sit up all the way.” Lia did as she was told, so I continued. “I’m going to love you no matter what,” I began, “but I’ll love you slightly more if you come in the next five minutes.”

She glanced at her phone, then gave the camera a smirk. “Is that because you have a four-thirty?”

“No, it’s because I’ve been slowly dying ever since I left you—and I actually know what that feels like. I’ve come close before.” I let the moment linger for as long as I could, before bursting it. “And also it’s a four-forty-five.”

Lia cackled. “Go fuck yourself, Rhaim.”

“No, please—fuck yourself. For me. Because I don’t think I can survive listening to the CFO of Halberd Strategic suck hisown dick, metaphorically, in twenty minutes, if I don’t hear you come first.”

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LIA

Itook my toy back up and pushed it into myself slowly, listening to Rhaim groan.

“You really are for me,” I said, and it wasn’t a question, but he answered it anyhow.

“All of me—but right now, most especially everything in my balls. Fuck yourself before I die, moth—please.”

I did as I was told, but leisurely, listening to him pant, knowing he was stroking himself in the same rhythm, as he worked himself up, whispering in my ear.

“Turn over, Lia. Shove your ass in the air,” he said, and I did as I was told, reaching back to keep my toy in. “Go a little faster. Pretend that thing is me.”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see it. “Keep talking?”

“Sure—I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about right now—tying your elbows to your knees, just like that, with tiny bars between them, so you’re trapped, bent over at the perfect height for me. Can you take that thing deeper? Yeah? Imagine it’s me, hitting the back of you,” he purred, and I bit my lips not to whine.

“What’re you doing?”

“Feeling my dick pretend it’s sixteen. It’s drooling at the thought of fucking you, there’s a fucking swimming pool of precum on my stomach.”

My nipples puckered at the thought of him like that—needing me so badly—and me having so much control. I raced my other hand down to rub my clit.

“I know you ate my note,” he went on. “And it makes sense, right? Because you’re a part of me, and I’m a part of you, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered roughly.

“So fuck your sweet, tight pussy for me—because I need you to make me happy.”

I hissed into my sheets, breathing hard, winding up. And then he moved his phone down, so that I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a man taking care of himself.

“Oh—fuck—Rhaim—” I panted, fucking myself hard and rubbing myself faster.

“You gonna race me?” he teased, then groaned. “I need to come, Lia. I’m gonna explode. Smack your clit for me?—”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he growled. “Keep fucking yourself—and do it loud enough for me to hear.”

I was momentarily distracted by the change in direction—for every stupid thing I’d ever done with knives, I’d never hit myself before.

“Don’t fight—just try,” he urged me—so I did—whapping myself where everything was sensitive, right above my pussy. A sharp zing rode from my clit to my nipples and back again. “You like that?” he asked. “’Cause I do. The thought of getting you close and then holding you there a little painfully,” he said, with a wicked chuckle. “Do it again for me,” he demanded.

I did, and gave a gasp as the sensation traveled though me.

“That’s my girl. Keep going. Don’t stop,” he crooned, in between strokes and groans. “You’re so fucking hot right now,putting on a show for me. Smack yourself harder—faster—till your clit starts to beg for mercy.”

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