Page 111 of Bourbon Deceit
A tingling sensation shot up my spine from her words.
“If I was there, I would not only claim your nipples but I would bite them until you moaned my name, then my mouth would travel down your stomach until I hovered right above your pussy. From there, I would tease you with little flicks of my tongue until you were sopping wet. Tell me, little one, how wet are you now?”
Her voice was strained as she said, “So unbelievably wet.”
“Where are your fingers, little one? Are they inside, buried deep or are they just teasing that little nub of yours?”
“Teasing.”
My strokes started to pick up, envisioning her just stroking herself but never going deep enough, like I do.
“I want you to bury your fingers inside you like I would. I want to hear you moan from the pressure you put on your clit while you finger yourself.”
“I don’t know how . . .” she said breathlessly.
“Yes, you do, little one. Just stick two of those beautiful fingers inside you and press down on your clit with your thumb. Do this for me, little one. Please me.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” she said.
My cock twitched in my hand from the little mews coming through the phone.
“Oh . . . God.” She panted. “Oh fuck, Jett . . .”
“Are you going to come?” I asked as my release neared.
“Yes, please, may I come?”
“Pull your hand away,” I demanded, trying to stretch out my orgasm.
“What?!”
“You heard me, pull away.”
A strangled cry escaped her mouth, indicating her displeasure with my command.
“Tell me, little one, what kind of sensations are rolling around in you right now? If you do a good job describing them to me, I will let you come.”
“I’m numb.” She breathed out. “My clit is throbbing uncontrollably as my legs tingle with passion. Passion that you gave me, that you made me feel. There is a fire that built up in the pit of my stomach and if I don’t come soon I think I might combust. Fuck, if I was a guy, my erection would win a goddamn prize at a county fair. Please let me come.”
I didn’t hesitate because I could feel my balls tighten and my impending release start to come forth as I squeezed the tip of my cock. “You may come, little one.”
“Thank fuccccck,” she drawled out as her breathing picked up and unintelligible moans flew out of her mouth.
Hearing her come over the phone was my undoing. I leaned over and pumped my hand up and down until every last drop was out of me.
“Holy cock and balls, that was amazing,” Goldie said over the phone, making me laugh.
“It could have been better,” I breathed out.
“Well, I’ll take phone sex Jett over no sex Jett right now any day. Thank you for lending your pussy to me. I hope it had a good time.”
I laughed. “Don’t make a habit of it. I’m not very good at sharing.”
“Sharing is caring, Jethro.”
“Jethro?”
“Not your full name?”
