Page 76 of Forecheck
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“What do you want to see?”
“Everything.”
With a giggle that was more nervous than I’d like—because, truly, nothing about being with me should make my girl nervous—Berkley set the phone down, the rustle of clothing the only indication that she was stripping. When she picked it up again, she angled it above her head so I could look down at the full length of her naked body.
Berkley was tiny, yes, but her tits were the perfect size to fill my hands, her hips and where they flared out the tiniest bit were my favorite place to grab whether naked or fully clothed, her ass toned from years of yoga and strength training “to stay fit.”
Her words, not mine.
I loved every inch of her creamy skin, and when she reclined on my bed, I imagined I was there with her, running my hands over her body.
“Touch yourself.”
Berkley moved the phone lower, tipping it so I was now looking up her body instead of down.
My cock hardened further when Berkley snaked her fingers between her legs and gently circled her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, lazily pumping myself. “Nice and slow to start. You know how I like to get you worked up first until you’re clawing at me.”
“Brent.” My name was a plea. Already, her chest heaved, those perfect breasts rising and falling in time with the circle of her fingers.
“Push a finger inside, Berk. Show me how wet you are for me.”
She did as I asked, her finger glistening when she held it up to the camera.
“Fucking drenched,” I growled. “If I was there, I’d lick you clean.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
I chuckled, shifting my arm so my phone was above my body. “Yeah, baby. I’ve got my cock in my hand, wishing it was yours. Wishing it was your mouth.”
“I want to give you head again,” she said, voice breathy, hand moving faster now between her legs. “I want to unravel you.”
“You always do,” I promised. “Tell me, Berk”—I squeezed myself harder, pumping faster to match Berkley’s pace—“would you deep-throat me again?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “But I’d tease you first. I didn’t get to do that last time.”
“How so?”
“Run my tongue along your length. Play with your balls a bit. And then I’d guide my mouth over you nice and slow, taking youall the way in. I’d keep that pace for a while until your control snapped.”
Fuck. I wanted that so bad.
“Would you let me choke you with it?”
“Mhm.”
“Hold your head in place while I fucked your face?”
“God, yes.”
“Let me come all over those pretty tits?”
“Brent!” Her cry of pleasure—of my name—sent me over the edge, my release barreling down my spine and spreading along my limbs. I spilled all over my fist and stomach in long spurts. For untold moments, the only sounds from either of us were moans and whimpers as we came down from our highs.
Once we’d both recovered and faced each other on the phone again, I said, “Remind me why we haven’t been doing that every time I’m on the road?”
