ME
Yes. I’m so fucking hard for you
MILLIE
Stroke that cock. Imagine it’s me riding you
ME
Get that disco ball toy. Turn it to the last setting. Pretend it’s me fucking you
We ran through her entire bag of toys in Hawaii, though she said it was only her travel stash.
MILLIE
Got it. Fuck, you feel so good
Are you moaning for me?
ME
Yes, baby. I’m so close. Can I come inside your pussy?
We haven’t done that yet, but it’s at the top of my list of fantasies. Is it for her too?
MILLIE
Yes, fill me up. I want it all
My balls retract, and my phone falls to the side. Pumping my cock, envisioning the way her tits would bounce in my face if she were riding me, I let go. My stomach contracts and long, narrow streaks of cum shoot onto my abs.
The second my brain comes back online, I call her.
She answers on the first ring, but rather than greeting me, she breathes heavily. Between groans, I can hear the faint whirring of her toy.
“That’s it, baby.” I talk her through it. “Play with that clit. Take what you need from my cock. You ready?”
“Mm-hmm. M’coming.” Her euphoric cries send shiversup my spine.
As I wait patiently for her breathing to even out, my cum dries on my abdomen.
“Hey,” she whispers.
My chest pinches with affection. “Hey, honey. You good?”
“I’d be better if you were here, but yes. Thank you.”
I want to say “Fuck it, move in with me,” but resist. For now.
“You’re welcome. Sleep well.”
“You too,” she sighs, the sound pure bliss. “Good night, Ezra.”
“Night, Mills.”
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