Page 90 of Weston’s Treasure

“Oh, God.”

“Slowly, Silver. Tease yourself. Just your thumb, circle it around until your nipple is nice and hard.”

“What…what are you doing?”

“Lying in our bed, thinking about your fantastic tits. How much I love to pinch, and lick, and bite down on your nipples. How you go fucking wild when my mouth is on you.”

Weston tightened his grip on his cock, forcing himself to stay still.

“That’s hot,” Silver moaned.

“Yeah, it is. So fucking hot when you arch your back with your hands fisting my hair keeping my mouth on you. Goddamn, you have great tits, baby.” He heard her whimper and his hips bucked. “Pinch your nipple for me, Silver. Nice and hard like I do.”

Silver’s whimper turned into a moan. “Weston?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need more.”

Fuck yeah.

“Your nipples hard, baby?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Slide your hand down into your panties.”

“I’m gonna take them off.”

“No, Silver.” His voice took on a hard edge. “I want them on. Just slide your hand in.”

“Okay.”

No questions. No argument. Hell, yeah.

His eyes closed thinking about Silver doing what he’d demanded, and with a tight fist, he gave his cock a few strong pulls.

“You wet?”

“Yes.”

“Tease yourself, feel how wet you are.” Weston stopped talking just long enough to pump his cock a few more times, grinding his teeth, knowing it wouldn’t take much more before he blew. “Can’t wait until you’re home, and I can bury my face between your thighs. Do you know how good you taste?”

“Yes.”

He couldn’t help the smile that tipped his lips up. “Yeah, baby, you do know. You know because I fucking love going down on you, eating your pussy until you come in my mouth. But you also know because you like the taste of yourself on my tongue, don’t you, Silver?”

“Yes. I need more, honey.”

Yeah, she did, she needed his cock or his mouth, something unfortunately he couldn’t give her while she was fifty miles from him and he was alone in his bed.

“Slide two fingers in. Hard, Silver, I want you to ride your fingers hard like you do mine.”

“Wes—”

“Do it, Silver. Now, baby. Rough, just like I do it when my mouth’s clamped on your clit.”

Weston remained still waiting for her breaths to become labored. Precome leaked from his cock, pooling around his fist. The now-constant pulsing of his cock growing to a new level of painful. As soon as he heard it, the hitch in her voice telling him she was seriously enjoying what she was doing, he gave her more.