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“Can I see you?” she asks, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip like she’s fucking starving for a sight of my dick. “Can I see how hard you are, Dallas? Please?”
That sweet little please is my undoing.
I scramble to flip the camera around and drag my hand over the head of my cock. Pre-cum soaks my thumb, and I use the moisture to give myself another rough jerk before resting my palm on my thigh.
I turn the phone to the side so she can see my whole length. I’ve never had phone sex or sent a dick pic before, and I hope the angle is okay.
Should I show her my balls, too? Do I touch myself while she’s looking, or do I sit here like a statue and let her see how fucking hard I am without doing anything else?
“Jesus,” Maven whispers, and that must be a good sign. I must’ve done something right. “You’re so big. You don’t even fit in the frame.”
“Stop flattering me, Mae,” I say through a laugh. “I’m already going to think about you when I come. You don’t have to inflate my ego.”
“You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure how you’d fit.”
I’m not sure how you’d fit.
That means she’s thinking about us being together. The mechanics of being in bed and what position would work best.
I have to squeeze my eyes shut because the more I look at Maven, the more I imagine her tight pussy swallowing me down. Riding three of my fingers before I sank my cock into her and the heavenly stretch when I bottomed out.
Fuck, I want to fill her up.
“We’d make it fit,” I growl, and I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s rough and hoarse, and I’m barely holding on. I’ve never been this turned on in my life, and knowing she’s feeling the same way has my brain even more scrambled. “You’d take every inch like a champ, Maven. Because you’re so fucking good.”
She moans, and she increases the speed on her vibrator. My eyes fly open and I watch her again, tortured that I can’t use that fucking toy on her myself as her mouth forms an O.
Her chest is scarlet and her knees open wider. There’s enough space between her parted thighs—thosefucking thighs—for my whole body, and I’d love to have her calves hooked over my shoulders while I buried my face in her pussy.
I know she likes praise. I’ve seen the way she reacts when I tell her how well she’s doing. She lights up, eager to hear more, and it doesn’t surprise me that she likes it in bed, too.
I’m suddenly hit with the realization of how inexperienced I am. I’m the first to admit my sexual encounters can fit on ten fingers, and while I’ve never had any complaints, I really hope I’m doing this right.
“I don’t think I can go slow anymore,” she pants, and her left hand grabs her tit. She squeezes her nipple between her fingers then twists, and I make a mental note of what she’s doing. Of what she likes. “I need to come, Dallas. Are you close? I want to get there together.”
“Don’t worry about me. Pull your shorts to the side and make yourself come, Maven. You’ve done so well going slow for me, and I want to see what your cunt looks like when you get off thinking about the man you can’t have.”
I don’t know where thefuckthese words are coming from or if she even likes them, but I’m committed now. I watch, mesmerized, as she listens to me.
I almost lose consciousness when she circles her clit with the toy.
The wind gets knocked out of me when I hear the slick sounds of how wet she is.
I think I go to heaven when she uses her fingers to spread herself open.
“Dallas,” she says around a breathy exhale, and that’s the nail in my coffin.
As if I ever stood a fucking chance.
I close my eyes and jerk my cock four more times before I fall over the ledge of a mountain and spill all over my hand. My chest heaves and my lungs constrict as I try to suck down some air.
I will my body to calm down, but my limbs are heavy. My vision blurs, and I’ve forgotten my name. There’s a mess on my stomach and hips, and I feel stickiness on my palm. When I crack an eye open, I find Maven watching me with flushed cheeks.
“Hi,” I say, unsure of what happens next.
“Hi,” she says back, and her mouth pulls up into a soft smile.
“Did I—was I?—”
