“Fuck me, M.”
“Very. Fucking. Soon.” I need to enunciate every single word to highlight how badly I want her.
“Now you can trace the insides of your thighs with your fingertips. I want every nerve awakened.” The silence stretches for only a couple of seconds, then her breath comes fast and shallow, betraying her want and escalating mine.
“I’m tracing my thighs, M. Fuck, this feels so good. I want more, please,” she asks like a good girl. I smile.
“You deserve more. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that those are my fingers.”
“I’m closing my eyes, and, oh my.” She takes a quick breath as if something startled her. “God. Yes, fuck, I need this.”
“Good girl, feel my fucking fingers on your flesh. Feel the warmth of my hands gliding over your skin, marking my territory.”
“I’m all y—” Lana stops herself, but not her movements. Does she honestly believe that she is not allmine? I think it’s funny that she feels that she has a choice. “You are mine, and mine only. Your orgasm is mine. Say it with me, Lana. Now.”
“My orgasm is yours,” she moans. Her voice is so soft, so eager, it makes my chest tighten. Every syllable she utters presses against me like fire. I continue sending her into a frenzy with my words.
“Now I’m caressing the tender part of your inner thigh.” I imagine her shivering, car cramped around her, breath hitching, every nerve ending alive.
“I feel you, M.” Fuck, she sounds excited and I can feel my heart pounding in my fucking ears.
“I’m getting closer,” I tell her as if I’m there. Her pulse in my mind, the little gasps she can’t hold back make me want to groan, want to lose control. The quiet office around me is nothing compared to the storm she’s making in me.
“You fucking are. Please, M, I need your fingers inside me.”
“I’m not going to let you wait. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, make me come.” God, this woman is going to be the death of me with her desperation coursing through the phone and me.
“One finger is entering your sweet and delectable pussy. Do you feel it?” I can almost see her thighs trembling in the car, hands moving in sync with what I’m telling her. Her whimpers, soft and needy, are drilling into my chest.
“Oh, yes, I fucking do. Give me one more, I need your fingers stretching my fucking pussy.”
“Do you honestly believe that you deserve that?” I groan softly and smile.
“Fuck you, M!” I’m not the only one who is desperate, and I love that. She wants this as much as I do.
“That won’t be tolerated, and you will be punished for it later. But, now, I’ll make you see stars.” A punishment is in order, but I can’t put her through that. Not now, at least.
“I’m gliding in one more finger, and now I’m rubbing your clit up and down. Very slowly.”
“Oh, oh, oh. Just like that.” The brink of making her explode is near.
“Now I’m using your juices to push even deeper inside. I’m extending my index finger, and you are growing wetter because I’m stretching you.” I’m imagining her stroking herself while her legs are trembling—a sight I need to experience myself. And I will. Soon.
“You are killing me. Please, let me come!” she yells, and this is my cue to stroke myself. Hard. We need to come at the same time.
“Duly noted, my goddess. Now I want you to place your thumb and index finger on either side of your clit and gently press down and inward.” Her whimper is like a moan, and I join her.
“I have never done—” I know she is listening to me because she is full-on moaning right now. “This. Oh my God!”
“Now I want you to plunge three fingers into your pussy and move those fucking fingers.” The slick sounds of her juices are making me throw my head back and grunt out in pleasure. I feel every inch of her as if she’s here, shivering, trembling, clinging to the edge with me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God, M!”
“Come, Lana!”
She screams so loud that I feel my head spinning. My breathing is coming out in parts, and I wish I could teleport myself right by Lana’s side so I could lap up her cum.
