Page 89 of My Infatuation with Isabella

“I’m not.” My hand tightens around my phone when I hear her moan again. “I called to get your address. Tell me where you are.”

I watch her get slicker, the toy gliding more easily between her folds, and my tongue starts to tingle for the taste of her. It takes everything in me to bite back a groan.

“So, you don’t wish it was you fucking me like this?”

“Nah, I have, um...” I take a second to find my voice amidst all the chaos happening in my body. “I-I have better...better things to do with my time.”

I don’t know who I’m trying to fool because her breathless giggle lets me know she doesn’t believe any of it. She shoves the dildo hard into herself and I grit my teeth. I’m so tense, so frustrated, so turned on that I feel like I may just crush my phone. She should be grateful I don’t know where she is because if I had to get my hands on her right now, she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

“Are you at least enjoying the show?”

“Nope...I’m, uh, I’m...” At this point, I’ve completely lost my ability to speak. “I’m quite bored, actually.”

“Let me make it more interesting for you.”

She presses a button to increase the speed, and I don’t think she was prepared for that setting because the sound that is ripped from her throat is unexpected and guttural and so unbelievably sexy. She starts moaning like crazy, writhing all over the bed.

I have to squeeze the tip of my cock to stop myself from blowing my load right then and there. “Bella, please...pleasetell me where you are.”

And there it is. Point proven. She got me to the point of begging without even touching me. My voice is tight and strained. I sound like a man hanging on by the thinnest of threads. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she responds with needy moans and ecstatic gasps of pleasure. My body stiffens, becoming rigid as I watch her lose control.

“Go faster,” I whisper hoarsely.

“I don’t...oh...oh, fuck...I don’t think I can.”

“Do it.”

The words come out halfway between begging and demanding. Either way, she obliges. Her hand moves faster. So does mine. Her erratic breaths increase in pace. So do mine. She thrusts the toy harder and deeper into her pussy until she comes apart.

“Dylan...oh...ooohhh, Dylan...”

And that’s about all I can take. The desperate sound of my name on her lips drives me off the edge. My hand pumps faster. My eyes shut as the pressure mounting inside me finally releases. Huffing, I drop my head against the steering wheel and allow the aftershock to ripple through me. It’s only when I feel the warm liquid spurt over my hand that I realize I just jerked off in my car like a horny, impulsive teenager. Surely, I should’ve outgrown this by now. I don’t know how this woman can get me like this in such a short space of time.

I remove my hand and I don’t know what to do with...all that, so I just kinda...wipe it on my sweatpants because I don’t have any other option.

“Ugh, fuck.” I throw my head back against the headrest and try to catch my breath.

“Wow...” Her soft whimper draws my eyes back to the screen. She switches off the toy, then slowly removes it, and tosses it on the bed. “That was incredible. This is a gift that’s going to keep on giving. I think I’m going to name this bad boyDyldo.”

I want to at least chuckle at that but I’m too numb to do anything. She dips two fingers inside herself, and the camera follows her hand as she trails the moisture up her body. She circles her wet fingers around her nipple before dragging them to her mouth.

“Mmm...” Lightly, she runs it over her lips, and her tongue darts out to lick her fingertips. She does everything in such an erotic way that I can already feel myself getting hard again. “I see why you like the taste of me.”

I force a smile. “That was a very bitchy thing to do.”

“It wasn’t bitchy. You were so kind to get me that gift. I just wanted you to see that it was working.”

“How thoughtful,” I say with the same fake tone she used earlier. “Now, are you going to give me your address or just keep torturing me?”

“Sure. Grab a pen and paper.”

“No! Are you kidding? I just...jizzed all over myself. I’m not gonna go running around looking for a pen and paper. Just...just text it to me.”

“Okay.” She smiles sweetly, like she didn’t just give me a full-on porn show. “I’ll speak to you later.”

She hangs up, and I take a minute or two to recover. My phone beeps and I check my messages. I don’t know if it’s because my brain isn’t working properly yet, but I’m confused. What she sent is definitely not an address.

So, you want to stalk the Queen of Spades?

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