Page 62 of The Omega's Secret Baby
“Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now lie on your bed and run your hand down to your groin. Imagine that it’s my hand. Run those fingers over your balls and along your shaft. Don’t go too fast. I like to take my time. Play with you a little. Get you all worked up and begging for action.”
Oh, he definitely liked to tease. And it was working too. When I closed my eyes and let his voice wash over me, imagining the hand touching me was his, I had to bite my teeth together to keep from making noise. It was difficult not to go faster than he wanted me to, but instincts kicked in, and my need to please him was greater than my urge to get off.
“Now wrap your hand around yourself.”
Yes.
I was hard by now, and having my hand—his hand—around me felt so good. I sighed.
“Do you want me to move that hand? Get you off?” Matt was starting to sound a little breathless himself, making me wonder if he had a hand down his pants too, wherever he was. I hoped so.
“Please,” I said.
“How much do you want it?”
“So bad.” My cock was hot and heavy in my hand and wondering why it wasn’t seeing any action.
“Ask me for it.”
I swallowed. “Please get me off.”
“Start moving that hand. Slowly.”
“Yes.” Slowly as instructed, I moved my hand up and down the length of my cock, imagining Matt was here, playing with me. Teasing myself just the way he would. “Need more.”
“I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. Ease off your cock and get a finger in yourself.”
It was a good thing I wasn’t holding the phone anymore, because I would have dropped it.
“Are you doing it?”
“Doing it now.” I got my finger wet, reached around, twisted a little and breached myself, rocking back on my finger and wishing I had something bigger to play with. Something like Matt’s cock. “Feels nice. Not as good as you.”
“It’s my finger, though, and I’m pushing it in and out of you now. Getting you ready. Can you feel it?”
“Feeling it.” I did as he instructed, opening myself up a bit, feeling little stabs of desire as I thought of readying myself for Matt. God, I missed him.
“Good. Two fingers now. Really stretch that hole for me.”
I moaned as I added another finger, brushing my inner walls and feeling my need rise.
“Just like that,” Matt said as though he could see me. “You’re doing so well for me.”
I only finger-fucked myself harder in response.
“Wrap your other hand around your cock. I’m going to fuck you now. Entering you slowly but forcefully, can you feel it?”
“Yes,” I rasped, stroking myself and in time with the fingers working my ass. My fingers couldn’t compare to Matt’s cock, of course, but my imagination was really going now. I could totally imagine being fucked by Matt. I remembered the way his cock felt entering me, stretching my walls. I gave another low moan, drawing up the memory of how he felt fully sheathed inside of me.
He couldn’t come back here fast enough.
“I’m ramming into you, and you feel so good. So tight around me. So hot. I’m pumping your cock because I love the way you squirm and clench around me. I love those sweet little sounds you make as you get close.”
I gasped, jerking myself a bit harder.
