Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
She makes a soft sound, and it echoes my relief. Her sheets rustle again.
“What’s going on, Talls?” I crave the intimacy of openness with her. I want her implicit trust, her confidence, so she can share all her secrets and desires.
“I don’t know. I’m…achy. I miss you. I wish you were here and I could touch you, instead of being a plane ride away.”
“You need some relief?”
She sighs. “You can’t dry fuck me from another province.”
“No, but I can talk you through it,” I offer. “If that’s something you want.”
“Like…phone sex?” Her voice wavers with excitement and something else. Maybe uncertainty.
“Would you like that? My voice in your ear, guiding you while you touch yourself?”
She inhales sharply, and exhales on a shudder. “I, uh…I haven’t…it’s not something I’ve done before,” she admits.
“I get another first with you, then.” I covet every new experience with Tally. “But only if you want to try it.”
“Okay. Yes…yes, please,” she whispers.
“If it doesn’t work for you, you just tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
I grin and put her on speakerphone, so I have my hands free. “What are you wearing?”
“A tank, your hoodie, and a pair of sleep shorts.”
“What about panties?”
“No panties.”
“I like that.” I can picture my hoodie swimming on her small frame. “You’re lying in bed?”
“I am.”
“Perfect, put your phone on speaker, then take off the sleep shorts,” I order gently.
“Okay.” The rustle of fabric follows. “Should I take off the hoodie, too? I’m already warm.”
“Leave it on for now, but push it up to your waist.” I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and fist my cock. “Are you naked from the waist down now?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I rub my thumb along my weeping slit. “You said you were wearing a tank, too. Describe it for me.”
“It’s pale blue and cropped.”
“No bra?”
“No bra,” she echoes.
“Would I be able to see your nipples through the fabric if you weren’t wearing my hoodie?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, kitten.” I stroke myself roughly. “Would you show up at the door dressed like that?”
“If you wanted me to, yes.”
“I’d have you against the wall, with that hoodie pushed up so I could suck your pretty little nipples through your tank while you rubbed your pussy on my thigh.”
“Oh my God,” she groans.
“Are you touching yourself, Tally?” I bark.
“I—I—”
“Where are your hands?”
“One is under my shirt.”
“And the other?”
“Between my legs,” she whispers.
“Did I say you could touch your pussy?”
“N-no.”
“So where should that hand be?”
“Not between my legs?” It comes out a question.
“Move the one between your thighs to your stomach,” I order.
“O-okay.”
“It’s hard to be good sometimes, isn’t it?”
She makes an affirmative sound. “What about the other hand?”
“That one can stay under your shirt. Are your nipples hard, kitten?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
“Good. Lick your fingers and tug on them.”
The wet sound of suction follows, and a few moments later she whimpers softly.
“If it was my mouth, I’d use teeth, so tug hard.”
She gasps and moans, but the sound cuts off abruptly.
“Is Fee home?”
“No, she’s at Roman and Lexi’s tonight.”
“Good.” She’ll be less inhibited because she’s alone. “Don’t be shy with me. I want all your moans and whimpers and sighs, Tally.”
She makes a soft, plaintive sound.
“That’s it. That’s what I want more of. If I was there, I’d eat up all the pretty sounds you make.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers and the sheets rustle. “Please, Phillip.”
“Please what, kitten? Use your words,” I taunt.
“Please can I touch myself?”
“You can do better than that,” I tsk. “Be explicit.”
“I want you,” she moans.
“I’m right here,” I cajole. “Ask for what you want so I can give it to you.”
“I want your fingers inside my pussy,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now slip your hand between your thighs and tell me what I’d find if I was there with you.”
“I’m wet.”
“When I get my hands on you, I’ll have you soaking the sheets.”
“Yes, please,” she groans.
“Circle your clit with your index finger,” I order. “Nice and slow, though. We both know I’d tease you.”
“So much teasing,” she murmurs, then sighs.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. But it would be better if it was you.”
“I’d keep you on the edge for a long time. Make you squirm for me.” To be able to touch her, see her at her most primal, spread out just for me. “Would you beg for me?”
“Please, yes,” she pleads. “I ache for you.”
“It’s the same for me,” I assure her. “Slide one finger into your pussy.”
She groans and the sound turns into a low keening.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Soft.” She pauses for a second, then adds in the quietest whisper, “I’m so wet, Phillip.”
“You making a mess of your sheets for me?”
Her breath hitches, another low moan tumbling from her lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Tally. I’d eat you up if I was there. Lick your juices off my fingers just for a taste of you,” I promise. “Do that for me. Lick your cum off your fingers and tell me how you taste.”