Who could resist this?
I’ll feel guilty about it tomorrow, but right now, I don’t let myself care.
“Are you doing it?” he groans.
His tone is the same as last year, dark, demanding, and hungry.
I slip my hand into my underwear, press the heel of my palm against my clit as my entrance flutters and leaks a fresh wave of wetness.
“Yuh-yes,” I murmur.
“Oh, fuck,” he snarls, in that tone I’ve remembered so many times.
It’s like he’s amazed at every little thing I do, constantly fascinated by how captivated I make him.
“Tell me,” he says.
“No,” I murmur. “You talk.”
“Yes or no, then,” he growls. “Is your hand touching your wet pussy?”
“Yah-yes,” I moan, sliding my hand up and down, my hips twitching as I shift against my hand.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Are youfucking soaked for me?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Good, oh, Christ, that’s good,” he moans.
I lick my lips. “What… about you?”
“You want to know what I’m doing? Say it, then. Tell me how badly you need to know.”
“I need it,” I moan. “I need to know if you’re… touching yourself too. Tell me. Don’t make me ask again.”
“Fuck,”he growls.
The brutal hunger in his voice makes me rock my hips faster, chasing the electric spark, as I shamefully let the emotional complexity fall away.
CHAPTER 8
RAFEAL
There’s a lot I should be focused on, but when I hear her moan over the phone, I’m lost. As lost as I was that first night, completely wrecked for anything else.
I’ve got my cock in my hand, rock-hard, precome sliding up and down my pulsing length as I pump my hand. “I’m stroking myself just listening to you moan, Ava,” I snarl, my hand moving faster. “I’ve got my dick out, the same dick that filled your perfect pussy and fucked you for an hour straight, the same dick that stretched you and made you come over and over. I’m wanking myself so damn hard, I keep thinking I’m going to blow. Thinking about those extra curves of yours. Imagining kissing your stretch marks to show you they make you ever sexier, not less.”
“Oh, oh.” She gasps, high-pitched and breathy, when I mention her stretch marks.
“Fuck, you like that,” I snarl. “Like knowing our baby has made you ever hotter.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Are you just rubbing your pussy or have you got your fingers in your soaked slit?”
