Keller:Why would I lie about something like that?
Lilly:I don’t know. So you’re for real? You have to jack off into a cup?
Keller:Yes. The doctor is waiting outside.
Lilly:Wait, where are you?
Keller:In my bedroom.
Lilly:Did he give you anything to make you hard?
Keller:No. He had magazines, but I didn’t want them.
Lilly:Why not? I would have taken them. Stare at some boobies.
Keller:The only “boobies” I want to stare at are yours.
Lilly:Well, we can remedy that.
“Hey, Runa,” I call out as she prepares my dress for dinner tonight.
“Yes?” she says.
“Can you give me like twenty minutes of privacy?” I smile at her, blinking my eyes.
She flattens her lips as she stares at me. “Why may I ask?”
“Private reasons.” I smile even brighter. “Please just be a gem. Guard the door. Make sure no one comes in.”
She heaves a heavy sigh and turns off the steamer she was using to erase some of the wrinkles at the bottom of my dress. “You have fifteen minutes.”
“I can work with that,” I say right before she takes off and shuts the door behind her. Lucky for me, I’m wearing nothing but a robe, so I undo it and prop my phone up on my nightstand where I FaceTime Keller, exposing my body for the camera.
After two rings, he answers, and when he comes into view, his brows quickly narrow. “Lilly, what the hell are you doing?”
“I have fifteen minutes,” I say while I play with my nipple ring. “Make it quick.”
“We’re not supposed to be doing this.”
“Uh, Theo said no fornication, technically, this is just playing around. Don’t you want to play around with me . . . my king?”
He groans in frustration, his head falling back, exposing his thick, muscular neck. “Fuck, Lilly, don’t say that.”
“Come on, Keller.” I sit up now and spread my legs, giving him a whole view. “Play with me.” I twist my nipples, causing myself to moan.
When I glance down at the phone, I see his eyes intent on my fingers, so I encourage him more by moving my hand down my stomach and between my legs.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I say softly.
I see the moment he breaks because his tongue peeks out and wets his lips right before he stands from his chair and moves over to his bed where he sets the phone and cup down on the nightstand. He’s propped the phone up to give me the perfect view of his waist where he undoes his pants and pushes them down along with his briefs, revealing his beautiful erection that stretches up toward his stomach.
“I miss your cock so much,” I groan. I’ve never seen a more perfect man in my entire life, from head to toe. His brawny chest, thick pecs, and intricately carved, boulder-like arms, down his stacked abs and the V in his hips, the most deliciously large cock. Every time I see him with his clothes off, I yearn with need for him.
“I miss your greedy, warm cunt,” he replies in a gruff voice just before he sits on the bed, giving me the perfect view of him stroking himself.
Long.
Thick.
