Page 41 of Run For Me
“None of this makes sense,” I repeat. “Tell me why you haven’t blocked me yet.”
“You make me feel good.”
I could make you feel better.
“Has anyone ever made you come?” I question, the ache in my dick begging me to touch it.
“No.”
This time I can’t stop the groan that comes out, even though I’m clenching my teeth. “Have you at least done it yourself?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I want you to do that now. For me.”
“Okay…”
There’s some shuffling on the other end of the phone and I preen over how well she listens, at how I know without a doubt she’s doing exactly as I asked. Unlike that brainless bimbo who couldn’t follow directions to get out of a paper bag.
“Are you wet?” I ask her, my cock throbbing.
“Mhmm.”
I throw the blankets off me and shove my boxer briefs down to free my cock. The cool air hits my hot skin and my dick twitches, eager to be touched. I wrap my hand around it and stroke, all the way from my balls to the very tip.
“Have you ever touched a cock before?”
“No,” she answers. “Will you show me how?”
“Fuck yes I will. Tell me, are you a good student?”
“Yes, but I learn best when it’s hands on.”
“That’s the only way to teach this subject. Though, it’s not just hands on, little dove. You’ll be using your mouth and your pussy. And when you graduate, you’ll be using the other hole too.” She whimpers quietly and my dick pulses. “Put the phone near your pussy and let me listen.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and fuck, that’s so goddamn hot I almost explode right here and now.
There’s some shuffling, and the wet sounds of her fingers on her pussy echo through the phone. I stroke faster, gripping tighter.
“Will you be gentle the first time?”
“No, I won’t,” I answer honestly, already feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm. “But you don’t want me to be. You want me to be rough and harsh. You want to feel all of it, and you want to feel it good. Tell me I’m mistaken.” She’s silent, but her breathing increases, growing more rapid and shallow. “The first time I take you, it’ll be how I want, so you better prepare yourself.”
“When?” she breathes out.
“When what?”
“The first time. When?” She whimpers again, and I close my eyes, replaying the sound in my head.
Fuck. I’m so close.
“Soon, little dove. I can’t take this much longer, but I love watching you from a distance too much.”
“You don’t have to stop that.”
“Once you see me, this won’t be the same.”
“I won’t look. I don’t want to.”
