“Probably not.”
“What would you make?”
“Hey, I’m just offering to put together whatever you decide.”
“In exchange for phone sex?” I hummed. “You got your dick in your hand?”
“Maybe.”
“Is it a Popsicle yet?”
He chuckled. “This double-talk always gets me in the mood.”
Just to hear him moan, I cupped my breast. “You like that I don’t let you get away with shit.”
It’d taken me a couple of years to get into the swing of things, but no O’Donnelly appreciated a pushover.
“I fucking love it.”
“As much as sliding your cock into my pussy?”
“No. Nothing beats that. Nothing.”
AndIfucking loved that he was croaking already.
Nothing empowered me more than knowing that I could bring a man like Eoghan O’Donnelly to this state with a jiggle of my tits and a few dirty words.
“Nothing? How about when I suck you off? Get your cock all wet and stare into your eyes when I take you to the back of my throat.”
“God, that’s high up there.”
Cursing my exhibitionist nature, I bit my lip.
Of course, he spotted it. “You wet, sweetheart?”
“You know I am.”
“You’re always horny when you get your period. I could meet you in a hotel suite. You wouldn’t have to clean up?—”
“Eoghan! I’m not having some poor housekeeper deal with that mess!”
“But you know you’d feel so much fucking better. I’d get you off, babe. Make you all relaxed, then I’d slide into you and take such care of you. I only want you to feel good.”
My jaw worked.
Damn if I didn’t want that too.Especially with how nauseated I’d felt recently.
Still, I teased, “Maybe I’d want you to be rough with me. Pin me to the bed and fuck me so hard the bed shook.”
“Face down or eyes on me?” he rumbled.
“Eyes on you,” I breathed. “Arms over my head. Your legs locking me in place, hands holding me down.”
“Ohh, you’d want to be restrained, would you? Want me to not let you go until I’d finished.”
“Fuck, yeah. Until you’d pumped me full of your cum.”
“I’d watch it slide out of you just so that I could stuff it back inside.”
