He’s phoning me? Now? Seriously??
With my fingers in Amy’s ass, I accept the call and press the phone to my ear, his breathing audible on the other end.
I don’t speak, wondering why the hell he’s called me when he doesn’t talk. Well, if he wants to listen, I’ll let him listen.
Maybe it’s wrong, but as I shove my jeans further down my legs with one hand, anticipation curls around my heart. I’m aroused like never before and my breathing is labored. I know he can hear it.
My heart is pounding hard as I replace my fingers with my cock, watching the weeping crown press into Amy’s ass. It takes a few seconds for her to relax, but then it finally pops in, and she whines.
Arkin goes silent… so silent I wonder if he’s even breathing. I check the screen, and the call is still connected. I wet my lips, feeling shaky, and balance the phone between my ear and shoulder as I push deeper into Amy. She has the sweetest fucking ass.
Giving it a hard whack, I massage the blossoming handprint on her pale cheek before sliding my dick out until the crown is right at her stretched entrance.
And the low growl that reaches my ear when I thrust back in makes my dick twitch in Amy’s ass.
“You like it, don’t you?” I ask Amy huskily, and she moans in response, her face buried in the pillows as I begin fucking her into the mattress. Arkin huffs a breath. Is he in our room? On his bed? Is he touching himself? Stroking that big cock of his? Why is that thought arousing me so much?
“Fuck…” I pant, clutching the phone, fingers leaving an imprint on Amy’s skin. “You have such a sweet ass.”
“Baby,” she whines. “I’m so full.”
“You like my cock in your ass, don’t you?” I bite my lip as a surge of pleasure causes my heart to thunder.
Arkin is breathing harder now. And I think he’s mad.
That or horny.
Maybe even both.
“Such a good girl,” I praise Amy, though my imagination is elsewhere, picturing Arkin in her place, his toned ass stretched by my cock.
She looks over her shoulder and sees me on the phone.
Her eyes widen, but I know her; she’s always liked an audience.
“Who are you talking to?” she asks.
I trail my tongue over my lip, enraptured by the sight of my cock pounding her ass. “No one important. Want to play?”
A sly grin. “As long as my face isn’t on camera.”
“Deal.”
Amy hides her face in the pillows and I’m so damn nervous and aroused that my hands tremble as I change to video call.
My dick pops out as I watch the screen, nudging her soaking pussy. Her ass is right there, stretched and used, and I finger it with my thumb, getting off on knowing Arkin is watching.
When I finally press my cock back into her exit, Amy moans into the pillows.
“She feels good,” I tell Arkin on a forward thrust. “So damn good.”
I order Amy to touch yourself, and she shifts slightly to rub her clit while I pick up the pace. A tingle starts up in my balls, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as my hips slap against Amy’s ass. Turned on by the thought of Arkin seeing this, I watch the screen.
None of this is even about Amy or her tight ass. It’s about Arkin and his harsh breaths in my ear. I’m crossing lines, but he crossed them first. For that reason alone, if he wants to play—we’ll play.
I’m not an opponent he should wish for, which he’ll learn the hard way. I’m ruthless and competitive when I want to win, and that’s why I’m one of the best strikers in the league—a beast on the football field.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby.” I hiss a breath through my clenched teeth. “Show him how good you are for me and what a slut you are for a fat dick.”
