Page 77 of Bless My Body

“Yes, so wet.” I circle my clit, adding just the right amount of pressure.

“God, I wish I was there to taste you.” I can’t stop the moan from escaping my mouth. I’m holding

the phone above me so he can see everything. I can see his arm muscles straining, and I know he must

be touching himself too.

“I want to see you, too,” I tell him. He smiles and adjusts the phone so I can see him pumping his

hard cock. I gasp when I see it. I don’t think I will ever get over how perfect his cock is.

“If you were here, I’d make you choke on my cock.” I moan again, and my fingers move faster on

my clit. “You like that, Red? You want to choke on my cock until I come?”

“God, yes,” I say, and it’s the honest truth. He squeezes his cock harder and picks up his pace.

“Finger yourself, Celine. Like I would finger you if I was there. Get as deep as you can.” I

reluctantly move my fingers from my clit and insert two fingers inside myself, pushing in until I can’t

anymore.

“I wish it was you, Ezra. I wish you were finger-fucking me.” He hisses at my words, and I know

he’s getting close. I pump inside myself a few more times before returning to my swollen clit, coating

myself with my own wetness.

My hips move against my hand. I want to come so badly. I bite my bottom lip while I continue to

rub myself and watch Ezra. His beautiful eyes are on me the entire time.

“Are you close, Celine?” he asks, his voice tense like he is trying to hold himself back.

“Yes, so close.”

“Me too.” He squeezes himself harder and pumps a few more times before ropes of white cum

fall onto his rock-hard stomach. Watching him come from watching me pushes me over the edge, and I

ride out my orgasm in pure bliss.

When I finish, I realize my arm holding the phone is shaking. I look directly at Ezra, and his eyes

are hungry for me like he wants to go another round. It’s obviously not the same as doing it in person,

but it’s the best we could do at this point.

“When can I have you again, Celine? This was fun, but I need to feel your pussy on me again.” I

don’t know if it’s the lust or the fact that I’ve missed him all week, but I answer him without thinking,

“Tomorrow.”

A devilish smile spreads across his face. “Good.”

My brain is telling me to push him away, but my body is saying, “More, more, more.” I don’t