“Too long. I can’t stop. Nothing satisfies me.”
“Only me?”
The truth would be hard to hide in the dark when she couldn’t see me. So I moaned as my only reply, feeling the pleasure coursing through me, and I could swear she growled.
“Put your phone near your cunt and fuck yourself with your fingers. Let me hear how wet you are.”
I did as she said, putting her on speaker. I forced two fingers into me, holding the vibrator steady against my clit as I pumped them into me.
“Fuck, Emerson.”
“Keep going, Pearl. Don’t hold back.”
I leaned my head against the bed, fucking myself as hard as I could. Sweat dripped down my face and neck. The friction of the soft comforter against my back was sending my mind into overdrive.
“Fuck, listen to how wet you are. You fuck yourself good while I’m not around. Do I need to be jealous?”
“I’m wishing it was you. Your hands. Your mouth,” I gasped. “I’m fucking myself like you would. No break. No reprieve.”
“Good. Good slut. Trail your wetness to your nipples, give them a tight pinch.”
Her praise and command only added fuel to the fire.
“Emerson, I need you,” I cried as my wet fingers came to my nipples. “Please. I can’t do it the way you do.”
I heard a grumble on the line that sounded a lot like “Fucking hell” before she spoke again.
“Perfect. Pearl, You’re so perfect for me. You’re so desperate for my fingers in your cunt, aren’t you? Tell me where else you want them. Tell me what you’d like me to do to you if I were there. Be specific.”
“Everywhere,” I moaned. “My hair, pulling my head back. My nipple—” I let out a cry as I pinched the sensitive bud even harder.
“Fuck! Keep going, Pearl.” Her voice was husky, and if my mind wasn’t short-circuiting, I might wonder if she was fucking herself thinking about me.
“In my mouth, holding it open as you spit on me. On my throat, choking me. In my cunt. On my clit. I need your mouth too. Fuck, your mouth was so good. I… Emerson, I’m?—”
I couldn’t hold in the cry as it tore from my lips. The powerful orgasm rocked through my entire body, each wave hitting me stronger than the last. I couldn’t take it. It was so intense that I ended up crashing to the floor.
I found myself gasping for air. I couldn’t speak.
I’m a fucking mess, and I don’t care.
“That orgasm really didn’t sound like amistaketo me.” Emerson threw my words back at me, the sarcastic tone doing things to me.How does she do this?“Now clean yourself up. You’ll get your reward tomorrow morning.”
With that, she hung up, leaving me in the dark, covered in my own cum, my body lifeless after the strongest orgasm I’d ever given myself.
And she wasn’t even in the room with me.
I groaned and buried my face in the carpet.
“Not fair, Emerson.”
I was wound up the whole morning. After the previous night, my whole body seemed to be waiting for Emerson to pop up out of nowhere.
I had decided there was no use in waiting to enroll in my classes. The semester was going to start soon anyway, and if I weren’t quick, I wouldn’t even make the waitlist.
I had set up my seven-year-old laptop on a table in the corner of a coffee shop near campus and was quickly adding classes to my cart, watching as the leftover spots started filling up, as I waited for my order to be called.
Luckily, I found two of the classes I needed to complete my degree. They were advanced level and specific to my degree, so not many people would take them.
