“I wish I were there to lick it up.”
God, my dick twitched. He’d just emptied his load and her words had him wanting to come to life again. “I’d like that too. More than that, I’d like to return the favor and eat that sweet pussy of yours.”
CHAPTERTEN
Amelia
I wasn’t a prude, but I’d never had phone sex before. It was interesting how Max could be so reserved regarding his feelings, and yet so open about his sexual interests. I suppose that was because sex didn’t require emotions.
“Are you wet?” he asked me.
I was sopping. “Yes.”
“Can I see?” He asked it gently, like he knew I wasn’t so sure about this. I was a social media manager. I knew that things like this could get out and ruin people. But I’d just watched cum shoot out from his dick, so I supposed I didn’t have to worry about him and revenge porn.
I adjusted my phone so he could see my pussy.
“God, I wish I could taste it.”
I wished that too.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Sweetheart and now baby. That was just part of the intimacy, right? Not a term of endearment.
I slid my hand down my belly, then used my finger to rub my clit.
“Do you have a vibrator?”
Not yet. But I’d already thought about getting one. “No.”
“Too bad.”
“It wouldn’t be as good.”
“Damn right, it wouldn’t.”
I continued to massage my clit, my body beginning to rock.
“I’m sucking your clit now and my fingers are fucking you. Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.” My legs fell open wider as pleasure built.
“You’re so wet and pink. I want to drink you up.”
“Oh!” I was teetering on the edge.
“Come, Amelia. Let me see your sweet pussy come.”
His words tipped me over the edge. My orgasm rocked through me.
“Yes. Make it last.” He urged me on.
Finally, the pleasure subsided and embarrassment took its place. I couldn’t believe I did that.
“Amelia?”
“Yes.” I hadn’t been able to turn the phone back to my face. Right now, he had a view of my ceiling.