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Authors: Jasmine Haynes
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on his deathbed. She needed sex, not talk. She needed Luke to transport her to a place where none of this was happening. She needed this , his voice giving her relief and mindless release.
7
LUKE WANTED TO ASK HOW HER FATHER WAS DOING, HOW SHE WAS doing, how she was handling it all, offer his comfort. He didn’t know details; she’d merely said her dad was dying. Yet that could mean anything from slow and degenerative to something virulent, though it had to be serious if her parents wanted her at home. But she didn’t need questions right now.
Bree had always needed a different kind of comfort from him. She’d revealed it at the condo; sex made her feel better. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, so precious. The way you touch yourself, the sounds you make. Make them for me now.”
She moaned softly, and he envisioned her naked on his bed, legs spread for him, just as she’d been last night. Before he called her, he’d turned off the lights, pushed up the heater to ward off the night’s chill, tossed his clothes on a chair, then lay across the bed with his Bluetooth on. He stacked his hands beneath his head and drank in every sigh that caressed his ear.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he instructed. He wanted her words as well as her sounds.
“I’m so creamy, Master.” She gasped.
Master . She needed more than phone sex tonight. She needed to feel bad, nasty. He wouldn’t deny her. “You’re such a dirty bitch. When I listen to you, you make me need to stroke my cock.”
She moaned deeply. He imagined she’d pushed her fingers inside.
“You drive me mad, just the sound of your sluttiness.” He took his cock in his hand. He was already hard and pulsing. “That’s what you do to me. It’s all your fault, filthy slut.” He gave her the words she needed, and his cock throbbed in his fist.
“Oh, Master, I’ll do anything for you.”
In this state, he had no doubt she would. On the phone, she usually came hard, as if the distance released more of her inhibitions. “Tell me what you’ll do for me. Get kinky. The kinkier the better.” He’d learned more about her fantasies that way.
“I would go down on my knees and suck another man for you if that’s what you wanted.” She groaned. He knew it was what she wanted, almost as if it were a token of her fealty.
“I’d love to hold you against my body, your ass to my cock, then lift your skirt and let another man see your pretty pussy.”
“Would you let him touch me?” Her breath puffed so close to his ear, he could almost feel her heat.
“I’d let him stand within an inch of you and put his hand between your legs.”
“Oh.” She let out a deep moan. “I can feel him fingering my clit, Master.”
“You love it, don’t you, you dirty whore.”
“Yes. Because you’re holding me, keeping me safe. I love feeling you at my back while he touches me. Oh, oh God.” She panted.
“I tip your head back and kiss you while he’s fingerfucking you. I can feel the ripples of pleasure straight through your body into mine.” Christ, he was so hard he almost couldn’t speak. He got off on the fantasy of giving her away, being totally in charge of her body, owning her. But the words were important, his only tie to her over the phone. “I want him to lick you, get down on his knees and worship your pretty, slutty little pussy.”
“Yes, Master, make me do anything, Master.” She made soft cries that reached up inside and took possession of him.
“Master, Master, Master,” she chanted softly, obviously with enough thought left to keep her voice quiet.
Yet he wanted her out of control and screaming, willing to do anything for her master. “I want to fuck you while he’s licking you.” He let himself be caught up in the fantasy, too, imagined unzipping his pants and shoving inside her while the other man licked her clit.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her sighs and moans, her soft chants, then the huff of
7
LUKE WANTED TO ASK HOW HER FATHER WAS DOING, HOW SHE WAS doing, how she was handling it all, offer his comfort. He didn’t know details; she’d merely said her dad was dying. Yet that could mean anything from slow and degenerative to something virulent, though it had to be serious if her parents wanted her at home. But she didn’t need questions right now.
Bree had always needed a different kind of comfort from him. She’d revealed it at the condo; sex made her feel better. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, so precious. The way you touch yourself, the sounds you make. Make them for me now.”
She moaned softly, and he envisioned her naked on his bed, legs spread for him, just as she’d been last night. Before he called her, he’d turned off the lights, pushed up the heater to ward off the night’s chill, tossed his clothes on a chair, then lay across the bed with his Bluetooth on. He stacked his hands beneath his head and drank in every sigh that caressed his ear.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he instructed. He wanted her words as well as her sounds.
“I’m so creamy, Master.” She gasped.
Master . She needed more than phone sex tonight. She needed to feel bad, nasty. He wouldn’t deny her. “You’re such a dirty bitch. When I listen to you, you make me need to stroke my cock.”
She moaned deeply. He imagined she’d pushed her fingers inside.
“You drive me mad, just the sound of your sluttiness.” He took his cock in his hand. He was already hard and pulsing. “That’s what you do to me. It’s all your fault, filthy slut.” He gave her the words she needed, and his cock throbbed in his fist.
“Oh, Master, I’ll do anything for you.”
In this state, he had no doubt she would. On the phone, she usually came hard, as if the distance released more of her inhibitions. “Tell me what you’ll do for me. Get kinky. The kinkier the better.” He’d learned more about her fantasies that way.
“I would go down on my knees and suck another man for you if that’s what you wanted.” She groaned. He knew it was what she wanted, almost as if it were a token of her fealty.
“I’d love to hold you against my body, your ass to my cock, then lift your skirt and let another man see your pretty pussy.”
“Would you let him touch me?” Her breath puffed so close to his ear, he could almost feel her heat.
“I’d let him stand within an inch of you and put his hand between your legs.”
“Oh.” She let out a deep moan. “I can feel him fingering my clit, Master.”
“You love it, don’t you, you dirty whore.”
“Yes. Because you’re holding me, keeping me safe. I love feeling you at my back while he touches me. Oh, oh God.” She panted.
“I tip your head back and kiss you while he’s fingerfucking you. I can feel the ripples of pleasure straight through your body into mine.” Christ, he was so hard he almost couldn’t speak. He got off on the fantasy of giving her away, being totally in charge of her body, owning her. But the words were important, his only tie to her over the phone. “I want him to lick you, get down on his knees and worship your pretty, slutty little pussy.”
“Yes, Master, make me do anything, Master.” She made soft cries that reached up inside and took possession of him.
“Master, Master, Master,” she chanted softly, obviously with enough thought left to keep her voice quiet.
Yet he wanted her out of control and screaming, willing to do anything for her master. “I want to fuck you while he’s licking you.” He let himself be caught up in the fantasy, too, imagined unzipping his pants and shoving inside her while the other man licked her clit.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her sighs and moans, her soft chants, then the huff of
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