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“Dildo?” he whispered the words heatedly. “Are you fucking yourself, Tess? Thinking about me, how much I want you?”
“No!” She clenched the receiver in her hand, shaking her head despite the fact that her fingers had returned to her suddenly pulsing cunt.
“I’d like to see you in my bed, Tess, your legs spread, your hands touching your pretty cunt, fucking yourself. Did I ever tell you I bought that dildo I promised you? It’s nice and thick, Tess. Almost as large as my cock. I want to watch you use it. See you fuck yourself with it. ”
“God, Cole,” she gasped. “We’re on the phone. This is indecent. ” But her fingers were sinking into her cunt.
“What were you doing before I called, Tess?” His voice was dark, hot. “I know you were touching yourself. I know the sound of your voice when you’re ready to come, and you’re ready to come, baby. ”
“No—” She tried to deny the obvious truth, but she couldn’t keep her breath from catching as her fingers grazed her clit once again.
“Son of a bitch, Tess,” he growled. “Are you close, baby?” His voice deepened. “If I were there, I’d make you scream for it. I’d fuck you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be able to stop it. You’d cum for me, Tess. Come for me now, baby. Let me hear you. ”
His voice was so deep, so sensual and aroused it caused her womb to contract almost painfully. Her body bowed, her breath catching on a near sob. He brought all her darkest desires, her deepest fantasies to the forefront of her mind. It terrified her.
“Cole,” she whispered his name, wanting to deny him, but her fingers weren’t listening as they stroked her clit, sank into her vagina, then moved back to repeat the action.
She was so hot she could barely stand it. So horny she was on the verge of screaming for relief.
“I’m stroking my cock, Tess, listening to you lay there, imagining you touching your juicy cunt, wishing I were with you, watching you fuck yourself with the dildo I bought you. ” His words caused her to gasp, her womb to contract painfully, her hips to surge into her plunging fingers.
“No. ” She tossed her head. She couldn’t do this.
“Damn, Tess, I want to fuck you,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to be buried so deep and hard inside you you’ll never forget it or deny me again. Come for me, damn you. At least let me hear what I can’t have. Fuck yourself Tess, give this to me. Those aren’t your fingers buried in your pussy, it’s my cock. Mine, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream. ”
Tess’s orgasm ripped through her. She shuddered, whimpered, her body tightening to the point of pain before she felt her vagina explode.
“Oh God, Cole,” she cried his name, then heard his hard exclamation of pleasure, knew he was coming, knew her climax had triggered his own as well.
“Tess,” he groaned. “Damn you, when I get hold of you I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. ”
Tess trembled at the erotic promise in his voice, the dark sensuality that terrified her, made her want to give him whatever he wanted.
“No,” she whispered, fighting for breath, fighting for sanity. “I asked you to stay away. ”
She wanted to whimper, she wanted to beg.
There was silence over the line.
“Stay away?” he asked her carefully. “I don’t think so, baby. I’ve stayed away too long as it is. You’re mine Tess, and I’m going to prove it to you. All mine. In every way mine, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you deny it any longer. ”
CHAPTER THREE
Her mother was waiting on her when she came down the stairs, her suitcase in hand. Ella Delacourte was a small, spare woman, with dark brown hair and sharp hazel eyes. There were few things she missed, and even less that she was tolerant of.
“So you’re still going,” she snapped out as she eyed the suitcase Tess set by the front door. “I thought you would have more pride than that, Tess. ”
Tess pressed her lips together as she fought to keep her sarcastic reply in check.
“This has nothing to do with pride, Mother,” she told her quietly. “He’s still my father. ”
“The same father who destroyed your family. Who ensured you lost the home you were raised in,” Ella reminded her bitterly. “The same father that married the whore who meant more to him than you did. ”
Tess’s chest clenched with pain, and with anger. She wasn’t a child anymore, and there were times when she could clearly see why her father had been unable to get along with her mother. Ella saw only one view, and that was hers.
“He took care of us, Mother,” she pointed out. “Even after the divorce. ”
“As though he had a choice. ” Ella crossed her arms over her breasts as she stared at Tess in anger.
