“What?”
“You heard me,” I tell her, like a challenge. “I want that phone between your legs while you fuck yourself. I want to see every inch of that toy when it slips inside you.”
The phone flashes back up to show me her face, her eyes studying me as she mulls over what I’ve asked her to do. I’ve started to stroke myself lightly now, and there’s no way she can’t tell at this angle. I push up until I’m in a sitting position, resting back on my knees so she can see almost all of my body. See the way I’m fisting my cock that’s hard as fuck for her.
“See what you do to me?” I let out a soft moan as I stroke myself from root to tip, squeezing out a bit more pre-cum and using it to slick the way back down. “Do you see how fucking hard you make me?”
“I want it,” she practically whimpers.
“You’ll get it,” I promise her. “But not right now. Right now Iwant to see you fuck yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come for me.”
Another moment’s hesitation, but then she’s shifting, the phone moving face up on the covers so I can see the ceiling for a few seconds before she settles over it, giving me the perfect view of her even more perfect pussy that’s dripping for me now. I can practically taste her on my tongue, loathing the fact that I’m so far away, that I can’t touch her like I want to.
“Like this?” she asks softly.
“Just like that,” I purr. “Good girl. Now stuff that toy inside you. Get it good and wet.”
She does exactly as I ask her to, teasing herself for a moment before notching the toy at her entrance, slowly pushing it inside, and I watch every inch of it disappear. Watch it fill her in the way I wish I could. It’s so unexpectedly filthy, and I can’t help but stroke myself a little harder, keeping a tight grip on my cock as I work myself to the sight of her pussy swallowing purple silicone.
“If I were there,” I tell her, “you wouldn’t need the toy. I’d fill that needy little pussy up with my cock. Make sure you were good and full.”
“Jack,” she gasps, sliding the toy inside a little harder.
“That’s it,” I praise. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“I want that,” she tells me. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I will,” I promise, squeezing my cock as I fuck my own fist, pretending it’s her tight cunt. “When I get back I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me fordays.”
“Yes,” she groans. “Please.”
I can barely keep my eyes open with how good it feels to touch myself while watching her do this, and I notice the way her thighs have begun to tremble, the toy no doubt hitting her sweet spotwhile touching her clit all at once to leave her a shaking mess. I wish more than anything that I could feel the way she is no doubt quivering inside, could feel it all around my cock as I work myself in and out of her—but all I can do right now is choke the life out of my cock, thrusting into my own hand as she works the toy faster and faster, fucking herself like I would.
“I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. “Want you to soak that toy like it’s my cock.”
I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, a pressure that blooms inside and spreads outward, so intense that it feels like I could explode at any moment. I keep working myself through it, keep stroking myself over and over while my eyes stay glued to the erotic sight of Abby fucking herself on my tiny phone screen, listening to her hitched gasps and her garbled moans as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Jack,” she moans. “Fuck. I’m—”
“Come for me,” I urge. “Fuckingcome.”
Her voice grows muffled as she no doubt shouts into her pillow, her legs shaking wildly, and I canseethe way she gushes around the toy. Can see the way it drips down to her sheets. The sight of it is enough to push me over the edge after her, and suddenly my orgasm is exploding out of me, thick ropes of come staining the edge of my hotel bed as I groan through it.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen while she lies suspended for several more seconds. I drink in the sight of her wet pussy as she lets the toy slip out from inside her, dropping it somewhere on the bed before she disappears from view altogether to seemingly roll to her side. It takes her a minute to remember the phone, her breath sounding harsh and wild as a hand reachesout to pat around for it, finally grabbing it and bringing it back to her face just as I fall back against my pillows.
“I think I’m dead,” she rasps.
My lips curve into a grin. “Death by orgasm doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Says you,” she huffs. “My legs feel like jelly.” She grimaces. “Pretty sure I got your shirt a little messy.”
“Don’t wash it,” I say immediately.
Her nose wrinkles. “You’re filthy.”
“Just for you, baby,” I laugh.
