Tell me why my body shuddered at the commanding way he spoke? And tell me why I didn’t question it.
‘Put the phone on your chest, between those fucking gorgeous tits.’
Still in nothing but the sunflower underwear, without a word I placed my phone on my chest. I shivered at the contact. Something about this felt illicit and deliciously dirty.
‘Okay.’ I exhaled a long breath.
‘You want to listen to my voice tell you exactly what to do? You want me to make you come, sweetheart?’
‘Yes, fuck, yes.’ All the rational thought flew straight out my open window. Nothing mattered right now but this. Nothing mattered but hearing his voice and easing thisconstant ache in my body. Offering me the relief I’d been dying for.
‘Tell me how wet you are. Use two fingers and slip them under that sexy as fuck underwear you’re wearing and tell me.’
For the first time in my life, I did as I was told. The second I made contact with my clit, my hips nearly bowed off the bed. At my sharp whine, George let out a long groan.
‘Fuck,you’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?’
I swirled my fingers around my vulva, wetter than I had ever been in my life, moaning at the sensation and wishing that I wasn’t the only one touching me.
‘I’m so wet,’ I whimpered.
‘Stop.’ The command was rough and loud enough that it cut through the orgasm that had been steadily building.
My fingers stilled.
‘Bring them to your mouth and lick off that sweetness.’ God, when did George have such a dirty side? I wasn’t about to complain. Eagerly, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips.
‘Imagine it’s my cock between those red lips. Suck your taste off me, gorgeous.’
The noise that came out of me wasn’t human. A mixture of bone-deep desire and impatience.
I heard the distinct sound of rustling on the other end of the line and then George grunted.
‘Are you touching yourself?’ I asked, pulling my fingers from my mouth.
The answer was a pained groan. I could see him in my mind, large hand wrapped around his thick cock. Head tipped back as he let himself feel the pleasure searing through his veins.
‘I’m so fucking hard for you, sweetheart. So hard, for so long.’ Every word ended with a moan. ‘Take your hands andpluck those cherry red nipples. Get them standing upright for me.’
Once again, I complied with his demands without a second thought. My tits had always been sensitive. I’d even managed to come from nipple play alone a few times. They had a link straight down to my clit and one tug had my back arching off the bed.
‘I’m going to come.’ My orgasm was cresting over that surface already.
‘Pinch those tips hard, make it hurt. I don’t want you coming until we do it together.’
I twisted both nipples harder than I usually would. ‘Fuck, I can’t. I’m already there.’
‘If you still feel like coming, then you aren’t pulling them hard enough,’ he said gruffly, the faint sound of slapping skin filtering down the line making it more erotic and building up my climax even more. ‘If I had those perfect tits in my mouth, gorgeous, my teeth would sink into those nipples, nibbling on them as you squirm underneath me, hands in my hair, begging me to stop because the pain only makes you want to come harder.’
I cried out as pleasure stole through my body at the image he created. My toes curled, but I desperately wanted to come with him, so I released my sore nipples, massaging my breasts.
‘Where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?’ I breathed.
George chuckled, low and dark. ‘You complaining?’
A weak laugh shook my chest. ‘Never.’
‘Good. Now push your tits to the phone. Wrap them around like it’s my cock, and it will be my cock one day. You can be fucking sure of that.’
