Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Reading my brief and making notes,” she says. “I’m going to go to bed in about ten minutes.”
“Okay, gorgeous,” I reply, waiting for her to tell me she misses me or she saw the game, but she doesn’t say anything. “Sleep tight. Try not to miss me,” I joke.
“I’ll try my hardest.” She laughs before hanging up.
The next day is the same thing—just little conversations here and there—so by Wednesday, I’m ready to kill someone, anyone.
When she calls me after seven, I’m just getting home from my second workout of the day. We’ve played two games since I left her, and both games have resulted in us getting our asses handed to us.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I answer after one ring.
“What did you send me?” she asks, and I press the FaceTime button for the first time since I left her on Sunday. I kept waiting for her to do it, but I’m done.
Her face comes onto the screen, and it’s even more beautiful than in my memories. “What did you send me?” Her eyes go big as she looks at me.
“Just something that reminded me of you.” I smirk at her as I walk upstairs to my bedroom. “Why?”
“Did you send me this lingerie?” She picks up something black and sheer.
“It better be me and not someone else,” I snap, and she smirks. “Did you get the other present?”
“Oh, you mean the vibrator?” Her voice rises.
“The one you weren’t sure about buying,” I remind her.
“Yes, yes, I did.” She picks up the pink vibrator she debated getting but then stops. It has a G-spot stimulator, and I can’t wait to see what she does with it. “I’m not going to lie. I’m very excited to try a new little friend.”
I laugh as I fall onto my bed. “How many times have your friends visited since I’ve been gone?”
“No friends have visited, but,” she confesses, “I did masturbate this morning before getting out of bed.”
“You did what?” I gasp.
“Are you telling me you haven’t come since Sunday?” she asks, and I just look at her as she laughs. “That’s what I thought. Even though you fucked me a gazillion times.”
“What are you doing now?” I ask softly.
“I just got home from work, and I was going to take a shower. Why?”
“Change into the lingerie and call me back,” I tell her, and her eyes go big.
“Or,” she counters, walking over to her bedroom, “I get naked now with you on the phone and show you how this little toy works.”
“That’s even better than what I was thinking,” I admit.
“Umm,” she hums, putting her phone down on the bed and all I see is her head. “I want to see your cock too, so get that monster out.”
“You think my cock is a monster?”
“Obviously, that’s the only thing you got from everything I’ve said.” She picks up the phone, and I see she isn’t wearing a top.
She gets onto the bed. “I need to prop the phone up.” I don’t know if she’s telling me or herself. But she turns, and I see her bare back before she grabs a couple of pillows and props the phone on them, then moves back, and I see her naked. Her legs spread and show me what I’ve been missing since Sunday. “I want to see some dick, Stone,” she demands. I pull off my shirt, and she literally moans as I see her fingers working between her legs.
I put the phone at the end of the bed with pillows behind it like she did. Getting on my knees, I pull my track pants down for her to watch my cock spring out. Her head goes back as she moans. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” she pants, “did I ever miss you.”
“Where is the toy?” I ask, and she holds it up with the hand that isn’t playing with herself. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.” Her nipples are so tight all I want to do is bite them. “Put it in you,” I direct her, and she rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit before she slips it in. “Nice and slow,” I say as I grip the base of my cock. “Make sure the flicker is at your clit,” I tell her of the little piece at the top of the vibrator that moves like a tongue.
“It is,” she confirms, rolling one of her nipples between her fingers.
“Turn on the flicker first.” She presses the button, and her hips lift off the bed.
“Oh,” she breathes out. “I was not expecting that.”
“What does it feel like?” I watch her face, my cock hard in my hand.
“Like you licking me.” Her breathing is now coming in spurts.
“Turn on the G-spot,” I order her, and she presses the button. Her head falls back against the pillows while her free hand comes up to squeeze her tit.