Page 132 of Love Me Stalk Me
Her breath catches.
"Tell me," I murmur. "Are you begging?"
"Yes," she gasps.
I soften my voice to draw her in. "What do you say, pretty girl?"
She whimpers, breath catching.
"Please."
I wait.
She shudders. "Please, Caleb."
I still don't respond, letting the silence stretch. Her voice wobbles. "Please, I need it."
Still, I make her squirm.
I hear the desperation building in her breath. The wet sounds of her fingers working faster.
"Say it like you mean it," I murmur.
A strangled moan.
"Please, Caleb, fuck, please, I need to come, I need you, please."
Fuck, yes.
"Good girl," I breathe.
"I finally give in," I murmur. "Flip you over on your hands and knees. My hands grip your hips, hold you in place—and then I drive my cock into you."
She lets out a broken moan. The sound ricochets off my bedroom walls.
"I grip you so hard, pulling you back onto me," I continue, stroking myself faster. The slick sounds of my hand on my cock mingle with her gasps.
She's breathing heavy, ragged, right in my ear.
"You moan like you can't take it anymore, but you love it, don't you?"
"Yes, Caleb?—"
"I fuck you harder, deeper, making you scream."
She's gasping now, moaning into the phone.
"You feel it, don't you?" I murmur.
"Y-yes," she whimpers.
"You're so close."
"So close."
"Then do something for me, pretty girl," I rasp.
She moans, eager. "Anything."
