Page 119 of Falling Into Forever
“Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist,” she says, waving her hand like you’d shoo a fly. “I was locked in my office. I was dressed before I answered the door.”
“Saylor,” I growl. “That means you were flushed when you went out there. Your cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink when you’re aroused, and you can’t keep your hands out of your hair. So he not only saw you flushed, but he saw you with fuck-me hair. Were you biting your lip too? Were they swollen like when I devour you? Were you dripping because you weren’t wearing fucking panties?”
“Dante,” she whimpers.
“Does that turn you on, Sayls? Knowing how unhinged you’re making me?”
She nods through her torment. She’s seconds away from sliding those delicate fingers over her clit that I’m sure is glistening with her need.
My cock jerks against my stomach like it can reach her through the screen.
“Touch yourself, baby. Show me how wet you are.”
Her hand moves so fast it’s a blur on the screen. One finger slips inside her channel, and I groan, palming my cock as she rides her hand.
“Show me,” I breathe.
She smiles and lifts her finger to the camera, turning it this way and that to reveal the evidence of her arousal.
“Suck it.”
She hesitates for half a second before drawing her finger into her mouth and sucking it clean.
I tug harshly on my dick, losing myself in the moment. I slip my hand over the crown and pump into my fist like a lonely teenager on prom night.
“Make yourself come,” I tell her.
“You—You first.” Stubborn. So, stubborn.
Picking up my phone, I angle it to reveal every throbbing inch of me. I’m swollen and purple and so damn ready to explode. She watches while biting her lip as I drag my hand over the soft skin covering my hardness. I’m rougher than I’d normally like, but I’m so on edge that I need the spike of pain that leads to exceptional pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she moans. Her finger flutters across her clit, and I’ve never been so jealous of a digit in all of my life.
“If I were there, that would be my tongue. But I wouldn’t stop at your clit. I’d lick you from hole to hole until both were so wet, you’d be begging me to fuck you everywhere.”
“Dante,” she cries.
“Has anyone taken your ass before?” A possessive growl ignites deep in my throat.
“You—” She gasps. “You know they haven’t.”
“Who do you belong to?” I pump my palm roughly over my shaft, up and around my head, then back to my base. I won’t last long.
“You.”
“Who do I belong to?”
“Me,” she moans, and the first few tremors in her legs and stomach shake her body.
“Come for me, Sayls. Come now.”
To my utter shock and delight, she listens, and before she’s finished crying out my name, come shoots from my tip and lands on my thigh.
Saylor blinks multiple times before she lifts the phone closer to her face. “That doesn’t count because we both came.”
That surprises a laugh out of me. She’s a competitor to the end, and I need to get home to my girl.
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