“Everything. I need everything.”
“That’s my greedy girl. Go ahead, press harder. Give yourself those little shivers of pleasure that make you jolt.”
How well he knows me should be worrying, but I’m too absorbed by my hand twisting and pulling the rosy tip and the other drawing tight circles between my legs. My breathing is irregular and shallow, and I can hear his too, which comes out in deep, heavy pants.
“Jake, I need—aah, I need more.”
“You need my cock, don’t you? You need my big fat cock to fill your tight little cunt.”
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
“Then use your fingers. Three of them. Bury them deep inside your pussy, red. Inside your tight, wet, and warm cunt.”
I pinch my nipple hard enough to make it hurt again and lower the hand between my legs to align it with my opening. I don’t waste any time following his order, shoving my fingers inside me as far as I can. I made a tactical error when I didn’t remove my jeans entirely because I can’t spread my legs enough to take in every knuckle. Still, it’s better than nothing.
“Aah, Jake!”
“Does that feel good, red?”
“Yes!”
“As good as my cock?”
“Not even close. But—Aah. It feels good.”
“I wish I could see you right now, writhing and fucking yourself like the horny woman you are, desperate for release.”
He sounds so tense, speaking through a clenched jaw as he fucks his fist. I can actually hear it, the rhythmic sound of his hand fisting his magnificent dick and the silver chain that bounces on his wrist. “Thrust them in and out, red. Fuck yourself with them like you wish I was fucking you. I bet you want it hard. And fast. You want to come all over my cock, don’t you?”
“Jake, I’m so close! Oh God, I need—”
“Let go of your tit. Suck on the fingers of that hand. Make them all wet and ready for your clit.”
While I keep up with the intense pace between my legs, I bring my index and middle finger to my lips and welcome them against my tongue. I suck on them like I would suck on his cock if he were there, bringing them all the way to the back of my throat. I don’t even have to force the moans that I make around them, completely entranced and lost in the moment.
“Now bring them between your legs. Touch your clit. No circles this time, but left and right, over and over again. Fast.”
His commands are scattered, rough words thrown into the phone as he closes in. He’s almost there, just like me.
“Ahh! I’m gonna come!”
“Good. Keep the same pace, red. Keep fucking yourself with your fingers, keep rubbing your clit. God, you’re so fucking wet I can hear it.”
Just like I can hear the intense pace of his hand as he fucks himself.
With my eyes tightly shut, I keep doing everything he demanded and only think of him. Using his groans and pants, I build a mental image of Jake vigorously fucking his fist in his office, pumping his big, hard, and pierced cock like a possessed man. I can see it perfectly, down to the precum that coats his tip and the letters inked on his knuckles. In my vision, his eyes are closed, and he imagines me in the state of absolute abandon that I am in.
That’s what gets me to finally tilt—knowing he’s doing precisely the same with me.
With a soft cry, I reach the peak he brought me to, my toes curling and my back arching off the mattress as my muscles flex under the intensity of my orgasm. Around the three fingers that I keep pumping inside me, I can feel my walls clench, wetness gushing out of me and turning my insides all creamy and slick.
“Yes! That’s it, red. Keep going, keep fucking yourself. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
His broken sentence ends with a deep and mighty roar that I know all too well because I’ve heard it uttered right into my ears so many times. He’s following me in bliss, his cum spilling in thick, white ropes. I don’t stop, pushing my orgasm to the verge of discomfort as I ignore the way my wrist hurts from the repeated motion, my fingers cramping.
“Aah, fuck,” he grunts between whimpers, his breathing as erratic as mine.
When I can’t take it anymore, I pull my fingers out of my spasming intimacy and lay my drenched hands on each side of me, completely spent. For several long seconds that turn into minutes, we don’t say anything, my heaving breaths matching his. I have never, in my entire life, given myself such a phenomenal orgasm. Especially not with just my fingers, which usually turns out so mild and unsatisfactory. But this… this was almost as good as when he fingers me himself.
