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His eyes shine as he gets a glimpse of the valley between my breasts. “Tell me, Princess, are you wet for me?”
“Murphy...” This is SO not something I’d have ever thought I'd be doing, but I have to admit, I’m enjoying taking orders from this gorgeous man. I keep the phone on my face while my other hand travels between my thighs. Slowly, I circle my clit and let out a sigh.
He pulls his hat off his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “God, you’re gorgeous, Princess. Are you touching yourself? Rubbing your clit? Tell me what you like. What makes you feel good? Your fingers? A vibrator?”
My fingers speed up with the sound of his voice. I nod my head, then answer, “Both. Either. My clit is really sensitive. I usually just need to play with it to come.” I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I can’t stop them. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yeah, I am. How could I not? You can’t see what I’m seeing right now. You look so sexy, Sabrina. I can’t wait to fuck you Saturday night. I want to own your orgasm. I want to lick that pretty pussy until your thighs are trembling. Then, when your entire body is primed and ready, I’m gonna slide my cock in, nice and slow, until you’re begging me to move. I want to bury myself so deep that you’ll feel me for days.”
I start to pant as I get closer.
“That’s it, baby. Pretend it’s me licking that perfect little clit. Pinch it, Princess.”
Fuck. That’s all it takes. I come harder than I ever have by myself. Then make the mistake of looking at my little box on FaceTime. My chest is rising and falling, my cheeks are pink, and my hair looks messy. I look freshly fucked and suddenly wish Murphy was here instead of on the other end of a phone.
I look over at him and can see his arm is moving.
“Fuck, Murph. I just came so hard. God, I’m drenched.” I’m trying here, but I sound ridiculous to myself.
He must not think so though.
His face goes rigid. His voice is strained, “Show me.”
I run my fingers through my juices to give him a show before I have a chance to change my mind. Pulling my fingers up to the phone screen, I show him before I push my shirt open and swirl my wet fingertips over my still hidden nipple. He’s just getting an eyeful of inner side boob, but it makes him groan long and hard, and I’m pretty sure he just came.
Mission accomplished.
“Jesus, Brina. I can’t wait to own your orgasms.” Why does that sound so hot?
“Saturday night,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Princess. Saturday night. Rest up while you can.”
God, yes!
