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“I can’t handle it when you sound gravelly and sexy in the morning.” I suck on my lip, hoping to take this up a notch. I’m desperate to come when she’s all cozy and perfect as she wakes up.
“I remember,” she says, and her voice is seductive. Oh, I am going to have to get off very soon.
I push. “What else do you remember?”
There’s a pause.
“Tony, what are you up to?” Her voice lilts.
I trudge forward, advancing on my goals. “UP is the operative word.” I ease onto my couch and flirt with my waistband. I wait for the green light from her to grab myself. But I’m aching to come. My dick has been hard since she answered the phone.
There’s another round of silence, but she’s breathing rapidly. My toes curl at those breathy mewls and gasps. They haunt every sexual encounter I’ve ever had. She’s turned on.
I whisper low and filthy into the phone while reaching for my cock. “Tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
She says in her dark turned on voice, “Licking my fingers and circling my nipples.”
I groan. “That’s fucking perfect. Pinch them once they get good and stiff.”
“Stiff?”
“Like my dick, hell yeah. Hard as steel and I’m about to fist my cock pretty good unless you say otherwise.”
“Dry?” Her voice is deep and strained. Christ, I need her.
“Tell me how wet you are. I’ll see if I can find something around here to feel the same.”
“This is a good morning.”
My voice almost comes out as a growl. “Listen up, that’s not what I asked. Come on, little witch, how wet are you?”
“Fucking soaked. Dripping.”
I head across the room to my bed while listening to her talk about her dripping pussy. I ease down on my pillows and grab the lube from the drawer.
She says, “Tell me how hard I can fuck you?” She’s panting.
I scold her, “Don’t you dare come without me. Get your hands off of your swollen and perfect clit.”
“Yes. How hard? What have you got, Ladd? My ass is in the air. Can you handle it? Can you take me that way right now?” I groan as I increase the pace of pulling my cock, imagining her bent over a railing. “Grab your balls for me.” I do it. I need to come right the fuck now.
I sputter out, “How many fingers?”
“Two.” She moans.
“In and out at my command. And I’ll stroke the same pace. I want you out of your gorgeous head.”
“Fuck. Tony.”
“In, out. In, out. In, out. Fuck. We come now. Let go, fuck me, Mak.” I jack faster, and my orgasm rages down my spine and shoots out onto my stomach as I scream her name.
“Come now, my filthy perfect witch. Come now. Fucking explode all over those fingers. Come.”
She pants, “Tony.” Over and over, and I keep stroking through. I speak quickly and low into the phone.
“I blew my load all over myself. Mess yourself now. Mak, let go. Fuck yourself good, the way I want to. I’m grabbing your hips and slamming into you while I drag some of your dripping mess up to your clit. Now. Now swirl and pinch so you come. Come. Come. Come now, my sexy-as-fuck witch. Fuck. Do it. Jesus, it’s driving me crazy that I can’t see you come.”
“TONY.”
