Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“What’s that?” I asks in between ragged breaths.
“Has anyone else heard you like this? Has anyone else seen you like this? Has anyone else had their hands, mouth, and cock in you?” He fires off the questions one right after the other.
“No, not anyone, no.”
“Good girl. Now, roll your nipples with two fingers, kitten. Soon, you’ll have them buried inside your pussy.” His praise makes my back arch away from the ledge, toes pushing on the other side at his response, and a moan escape my lips.
“I’ve never, umm, never had anything inside me before, not even fingers.” Why I just told him the truth, I have no idea. Maybe it’s the thrill of doing the unexpected, or maybe it’s because I’m finally ready to let go of some of the always-in-control Letty persona.
“And I’ll be the first and last person to hear you, see you, and feel you come.” Between my breathing and his, it’s hard to hear the background noise in whatever room Matthew is in, but there are signs. The slight sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and I’m sure he’s doing a twisting movement with each upward and downward motion.
“Yes, I need more. Please.”
“Fuck yes, you do. Pinch your nipples for me, kitten. Imagine it’s me doing it. Work yourself for me. I’m tempted to abandon my cock, grab my keys, drive to your place, and watch as you do this in front of me. And when it becomes too much for you to finish, I’ll take over. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Letty?” I can feel the pull at my core, clenching for something, anything. My clit throbs, begging for my fingers, and yet Matthew’s filthy mouth is telling me what to do. The feeling is indescribable.
“More, Matthew, please more.”
“My kitten wants more, more is what she’ll get. Slide your hand down your stomach. Do it slowly and keep working your nipple. I want you to have it all, even if I’m not there to do it for you.” I do as he says. Every command Matthew gives me only turns me on further.
“What then?” I ask, slightly strumming my lower abdomen, sucking in a breath the closer I get to the small thatch of hair I keep neatly trimmed.
“Then it’s only going to get better.”
8
MATTHEW
The sharp inhale of breath, the quiver in her voice, and the soft sighs she’s been feeding me through the phone make my cock ache. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got my hand wrapped around my length or that precum is leaking so much it’s giving me the lubrication I need to easily slide up and down.
“Matthew,” my name tumbles off Letty’s lips as if she were praying to her god.
“Like the way you say my name, kitten. Especially when you’re so close to petting your pretty pussy. Tell me, how do you usually get off?” After she admitted that nobody’s been inside her, seen her, or watched her, I knew this experience would be one I’d make as memorable as possible.
“With two fingers, slowly working my clit until I can’t stand it anymore. My thighs press together, holding my hand hostage even when the sensation becomes too much.” Fuck, I’m kicking myself in the ass for leaving Twisted Oak when I did. Never in a million years would I have ever thought she’d pick up the phone and fuck her fingers while I work my cock in tandem with her ministrations.
“Do that for me. Let me hear each delicious purr as your clit pulses against the tip of your fingers.” Letty doesn’t say a word. Instead, her breathing becomes heavier, and the lapping of water with each movement she makes has me more than ready to blow my load well before I’m ready. I pinch the tip of my dick, staving off the close call I’m inching toward. My balls are already drawn tight, my muscles locked, and I have to grit my teeth from demanding more out of the woman who’s wedged herself into my heart. “Christ, kitten, the noises you’re making… You’ve got me harder than I’ve ever been before.” I quit holding myself, picking up the pace because there’s no fucking way she's going to come by herself.
“Harder than when you were in the shower?” Fuck, of course, she’d ask that.
“Hell yeah. I didn’t get to see or hear you then. At least now I get your moans, my name, and while I’d rather this happened in the flesh, this will hold me over, for now.”
It’s not a threat.
It’s a goddamn guarantee.
“It was hot, watching you when I shouldn’t have. Listening to you as you said my name,” she says with a whimper.
“I’d much rather you join me. You ready for more?” I’m more than ready to push her boundaries.
“If I do much more, I’ll come.” She’s going to do that, and soon, but first, we’re going to make it even better.