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“I … I told you I’m … busy.”
As he slid out, she dropped her hips. When he slid back in, she lifted them, her cunt swallowing him whole. They did this a few times while she listened to the man on the other end of the phone. Vinter could hear his voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. He wasn’t sure Elise knew what he was saying either.
“You want to know what I’m doing? It’s none of your business anymore. You broke up with me, remember? And let’s not forget the part about you going back to your wife.”
Vinter picked up the pace, fucked her hard and fucked her deep. He wanted her to come while her ex was on the line. He wanted the man to know that he could never have her back, no matter how much he begged and pleaded and apologized. Vinter wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
“I’m having sex. Or … Rather I'm fucking. Happy?”
Vinter grinned.
“What do you mean that doesn’t sound like something I’d say? I met him last night at a bar, too. Does that sound like me?”
He wanted to fuck her in the bar, too, and he punctuated the thought with a balls-deep thrust.
“Oh god, yes,” she groaned. Then, “No, not you. Yes, he’s fucking me right now. He’s … he’s been fucking me all day. Mmmm. At his place. Uh-huh.”
He started fucking her in earnest. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting. Fingers and cock.
“Hold on.”
She put the phone on the pillow next to her head and reached under herself to rub at her clit. She screwed her ass into him and drove them both toward hard climaxes. The sounds she made had to let the man on the phone know she was enjoying herself. She was giving it her all. She was giving herself what she needed and in turn was giving Vinter what he needed.
“More, God, more, Vin. Please. I need …”
“I know, doll.” He held on to her hip with the hand that wasn’t buried in her ass, and stroked his ring over that spot inside her, driving her closer, closer, closer still until she flew off the edge.
She screamed out her release and her ass damn near broke his fingers off. She fucked herself on his cock and fingers, prolonging the orgasm, pulling his seed from his balls.
He shouted and shuddered and spilled inside her. Her name was a litany on his lips and he leaned down on her back, nuzzling her neck. After she pulled her hand from between her legs … And after sufficiently and loudly sucking her fingers clean, she picked her phone up again.
“Sorry about that. This man makes me come so hard.”
Vinter could hear the other man shouting, calling her names, being utterly unpleasant. Elise sighed under him and gave a playful wiggle.
“I’m not sorry. If I hadn’t wasted time on you, I wouldn’t have been in the bar. If I hadn’t been in the bar, thinking I needed a different life, I wouldn’t have met him. If I hadn’t met him, I wouldn't be in his bed getting the life fucked out of me.”
Vinter flexed his cock inside her, then pulled out and rolled off her. He tugged at her hair and she looked at him with laughter bright in her eyes and a relaxed smile on her lips. He pointed to his cock, then pointed to her mouth. She eagerly nodded.
“Hey, I’ve gotta go. I wouldn’t call back if I were you, either. You might get another earful.”
She disconnected the call and tossed the phone to the mattress, before getting on her knees at his side. She dropped her head to his lap and sucked at their come again.
Vinter laid a hand on top of her head and smoothed her hair away from her face so he could watch her. It was a few minutes before she noticed and she lifted her head. The smile was still there, sated and happy. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“For everything. And for the phone call. I’ve never done something like that before, never been that … rude. I’ve never done a lot of what I’ve done with you today. I’m learning a lot about myself.”
“You’re welcome.” He traced a finger down the side of her face. “I take it he won’t be calling you again.”
She laughed. “No, he won’t be. Called me a slut.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” Vinter grinned and pulled her up his body. “I prefer a woman in my bed who loves sex as much as I do. And if that makes you a slut, well then …”
“Mmmm. Good. I was kinda hoping …”
He was kinda hoping, too. “Hoping what?” he prompted. He was going to make her say it. They both needed her to say it.
