Page 133 of Love Me Stalk Me
"Moan for me."
Afast intake of breath. The rustle of sheets.
"Caleb—"
"Do it," I instruct, my own breath ragged. "Let me hear you."
She lets out a soft cry, her moans getting higher, breathier. The wet sounds of her fingers moving faster make my cock throb painfully.
"Good girl," I murmur, stroking myself in time with her gasps.
"Rub your clit," I tell her, voice dark, commanding. "Faster. Harder."
Her breath shudders, her moans breaking apart. "Are you close?" I ask, my voice rough with need, laced in control.
"Yes," she gasps. "So close."
"Then come for me."
She lets go.
Her gasp is otherworldly, high and raw. It fills my bedroom, wrapping around me.
The sound sends me over the fucking edge.
I groan, low and guttural, the sound ripped from my throat as I stroke harder, slower—drawing it out just to feel every fucking second of it. My cock throbs in my fist, so sensitive I’m half-delirious, my hips twitching with each pass of my hand.
The first pulse hits, thick and hot, spilling across my stomach in long, messy streaks. I don’t stop—can’t stop—milking it for everything it’s worth. My vision blurs, breath stuttering as another spurt spills over my skin, slick and obscene.
I drag it out until I’m spent, panting, hand sticky and stomach coated, cock twitching with aftershocks that won’t quit. I’d do it all over again just to feel that build—just to imagine it was her mouth instead of my fist.
"That was amazing," she whispers. Her voice is softer now, drowsy with satisfaction.
I smile, still catching my breath.
"You were amazing," I murmur.
She sighs, content and relaxed. "I think...I think I'm going to fall asleep now."
"That's a good girl."
She makes a sleepy sound. The rustle of her pulling up covers.
"Goodnight, pretty girl."
She hums, already halfway gone.
"Goodnight, Caleb."
I end the call.
I exhale, staring at my ceiling. The moonlight casts shadows across thewhite paint.
My heart is still racing.
My body is still wired.
And my mind?
