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I was laid back on my pillow with my cock in my hand, my eyes pressed tightly closed, and on the backs of my eyelids, all I could see was her, pleasuring herself. Her grinding against her hand, her shirt and bra pushed up over those small but glorious breasts.
I was ready to explode.
“Weston,” she groaned.
“I want to hear it,” I murmured through a fog of lust and longing. “I want to hear how wet that pussy is for me.”
“Fuck,” she moaned long and low, and then I heard her move around again.
Suddenly the phone filled with the illicit sounds of her wetness. The sloppy, moist sounds of her fingering herself nearly pushed me over the edge.
“Did you hear it?” she said breathlessly into the phone.
“Fuck yeah, I heard it. God, if I were there, I’d put my mouth between your legs and suck up all those juices.”
“Please,” she begged and panted over the phone.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, baby?” I asked, praying she fucking was because I was this close to losing it. “Rub that clit hard for me and pretend it’s my tongue.”
She keened into the phone while I jerked my cock faster and faster until she gave a low groan that pushed me over the edge and sent my seed all over my hand and stomach.
“Jesus,” I groaned, lying in bed breathing like I’d run a marathon instead of just phone sexing with my girl.
My girl. That was what Emily was to me now.
I could hear her breathing heavily, too. “I needed that,” she murmured.
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re not going to pass out on me and start snoring now, are you?”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” she smarted, sounding like she was sitting up and righting herself.
“Probably not,” I countered, grinning. “I’ll be over in the morning, Slugger. Tell Parker to wear a pair of tennis shoes. Not those big-ass boots she likes to wear and definitely no flip-flips.”
“Got it. See you tomorrow, West.”
“Bye, Slugger.”
I hung up the phone and cleaned myself off with a dirty T-shirt, ready to open the door to my room and head to the bathroom to wash off, when I heard a couple of assholes outside of my door.
“Harder, Daddy. Oh, that feels so good. Stroke that big dick for me!” A cacophony of sexual innuendos and cat calls and general banging on the door like someone was fucking greeted me before I even opened the door.
Fucking spies. Fucking thin walls here at the firehouse.
I pushed past the assholes waiting in the hallway with a grin on my face. They were ridiculous but funny as hell.
I cleaned up and we had an uneventful night, thank God, with only one call for a fire in someone’s backyard.
Iwas well rested when I pulled into Emily’s place at eight thirty on the dot.
I’d called my mom before I left work that morning to let her know I wouldn’t be stopping by for breakfast. I didn’t dare tell her I was going over to Emily’s to help Parker learn to drive, but she had her own suspicions.
That was abundantly clear when she’d said, “Going to the pretty, tiny woman’s house this morning, then?”
I’d only answered with, “Mind your business, Mom.”
To which she’d politely responded with, “Tell Emily hi for me, Scoots.” And hung up the phone.
My mother was a damn mess.
