“Please, Riley.”
“What’s that? You begging? Maybe you are getting sick,” I tease.
She looks at the phone. “I can hang up and continue this without you. You’ll have to hear me through the walls; not a part of the fun.”
“I’m sure that’s meant to be a threat, but if I can hear you, you know I'll be jerking off listening to you.” I wink at the phone.
She tries to keep a stoney facade, but wantonness wins out over her face, letting out a shaky breath.
“You were thinking of me jerking off to hearing you through the walls. Jerking off, thinking about you touching yourself.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, I am so hard for you now and my hand is on my cock, thinking of your hand on your clit. Wishing my fingers were in your pussy.”
She pushes her head back into her pillow, her arm still moving, as a groan leaves her mouth.
My hand strokes my cock, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
“I’d slide two fingers in that beautiful pussy, stretching you open, with my mouth on your clit. Licking and sucking so hard you'll see stars.”
She moans, “Such a dirty mouth.”
“You love it. Like you’d love to be grinding my face.”
“Riley…”
“Oh, I love when you say my name.”
“Hotshot.”
“You had to push it? Now I'm going to turn you around and fuck you from behind so I can slap your ass.”
Moan.
“Bend you over the bed and make you mine. You’ll be begging me to go deeper and faster.”
“Yes,” she pants. Her back arches, lifting up from the bed.
My strokes on my cock get faster as I build her up.
“I’m going to make you come over and over. I want to feel you clenching around my fingers, my cock. I want my hands soaked.”
“Yes.”
“Come for me, baby. I want to hear you scream through this wall. And then I am going to make you scream even louder as soon as I can come to you.”
“Riley,” she whispers before she comes loudly, crystal clear through the walls. My own orgasm peaks hearing her pleasure.
I watch Mabel through the screen, regaining her breath, her phone lowered so she is slightly out of frame. I’m mesmerised by the pulse in her neck.
“You doing okay there?” I ask. I was lucky to have had tissues nearby.
She lifts the phone closer to her face and smiles. “I’m good. Sorry if your throat is sore.”
“Worth it.”
“Now I really can’t want to see you. You’ve made me miss you even more.” She pouts.
