Page 41 of Heartstrings & Horizons
“That’s my girl. I want you to put 2 fingers into your tight cunt for me. Imagine my big cock stretching you.”
“Oh god, Cade. I’m so close.”
“Slow down, baby. Eyes on me.”
Our gazes lock as I stroke my hard length, pre-cum beading at the tip. She lets out an unrestrained moan, and I know she’s so close to coming. I can’t have that.
“Stop.”
“What?”
“You don’t get to come until I say so.” She grunts in frustration. “Get your vibrator, baby. You know which one I mean. I want you to fill up that pretty pussy for me.”
My girl does as she’s told, coming back into frame with her toy in hand.
“You’re mine, Paige. Relax and spread your legs for me. Show memypussy.”
“Oh god, Cade.” She plunges the toy into her tight heat as her back arches off the bed. The sight is erotic as fuck, and I’m ready to explode. The smaller arm of the toy hits her clit, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. I’m Yours. Fuck.” She detonates, and I've never seen anything sexier. I feel my own climax building at the base of my spine, stroking once, twice, and then I’m coming along with her, coating my stomach with my release.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy.”
“That was so hot.”
“It was. But if you ever touch yourself without me again, you’re in big trouble. Got it?”
She nods. “Words. Paige. I need to hear it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Brat.” I know she was joking, but that‘sir’damn near got me ready to go again.
“Paige?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m yours, too. Have been for a long time. Thought you should know.”
Something sweet, almost tender, passes over her features.
“Go get cleaned up then come back and tell me about your day.”
I’m sitting on my couch nursing a beer when Paige finally returns to our call. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt with no pants and there's a towel on her head. Her face is makeup free, and she still looks freshly fucked.I did that.
“Happy New Year,” she says.
“Happy New Year, Sunshine. How was your day?”
“Pretty boring, honestly. I woke up kind of hungover.” We both smile, no doubt thinking about our phone call last night.
“How was the rest of the party? I’m guessing your friends interrogated you after the laundry room incident?”
“Yep. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad. They were curious, but once I told them about how we met and how things kind of unfolded, they seemed supportive. How was Chloe’s birthday?”
My heart warms knowing she remembered and cared enough to ask. “Good. She got everything her little 10 year old heart could ever want and then some. She’s an only child so she’s a little spoiled, but I love her.”
