Free Peyton's Pleasure by Marla Monroe

Pe y ton. W h a t c olor is i t ? Do e s it c lose
    in fr ont or the b ac k ? ” N e e d w a s b e g inni n g to m a k e him imp a ti e nt. H e d re w in a d e e p b r ea th a n d f o rce d his b r ea thi n g to slow down.
    “ I ’ m w e ar i n g a l a v e nd e r b r a a nd p a n t y s e t tod a y . The b r a c los e s in
    the fr ont.” S he g r e w si l e nt f or a fe w s ec onds t h e n re sum e d t a lki n g a g a in . “ I just took o f f the b r a a nd m y b r ea s ts ar e ac hi n g to be tou c h e d.”
    “ W e t y o u r f ing er s a nd p l a y with y our nippl e s. G e t th e m w e t f o r m e .” R y k e r r e l ea s e d his c o c k fr om his j ea ns a nd s i g h e d.
    “ T e ll me how it fee ls to h a ve y our w e t f i n g e r s on y o u r hot
    b rea sts,” he d e m a nd e d, i n som e thing c lose to a g r owl.
    “ Oh, it fee ls so g ood. I ’ m pin c hing m y nippl e s a nd blowing a cr oss th e m. I n ee d mo r e though. I t ’ s not e no u g h,” she s a id in a hus k y voi c e .
    G r itting his t ee th, he g r ipp e d his sh af t a t the b a se a nd squ ee z e d in a n a tt e mpt to slow t h ings down som e . He h a dn ’ t h a d phone s e x sin c e he g ot out of s c h ool. H e r e he w a s n o w w e ll on h is w a y to c lim a x ing without tou c hing the w o m a n he w a s t a lki n g with.
    “ P ush one h a nd down i nto y our p a nti e s a nd p e t th a t pus s y f or m e .”
    “ I ’ m so w e t, R y k e r . I n ee d y our c o c k.”
     

    “ I w a nt y ou to r un y our f in g e r s ar ound y o u r c lit f or me th e n t a ke two of th e m inside y ou . ” He visu a li z e d h e r doing it, a nd his b a lls bu r n e d in r e ac tion.
    He h ear d h e r mo a n ov e r the phone a nd kn e w wh e n sh e’ d push e d h e r f i n g er s inside h e r w e t c unt. H e r low hum of pl ea su r e sti rre d him hi g h er . He b e g a n to pu m p his c o c k, s e tti n g a slow r h y thm d e si g n e d to k ee p him und e r c on t r ol.
    “ Oh, it fee ls so g ood. B u t m y f ing er s a re n ’ t lo n g e nou g h to r eac h like y o u r s are . I ca n ’ t tou c h th a t sp ec i a l spot th a t m a k e s me f l y , ” she c ompl a in e d.
    “ I ’ ll t a ke ca r e of t h a t sw ee t spot f or y ou l a t er . Now t a ke y o u r f in g e r s out of y o u r pussy a nd t a ste th e m f or m e . T e ll me wh a t y ou t a ste lik e .” H e r eac h e d b e tw ee n his l e g s a nd c u p p e d his b a lls, g e nt l y r olling th e m a s he pull e d on his c o c k with his oth e r h a nd.
    His r h y thm fa lt ere d some wh e n he h ear d h e r h u m a t the t a ste of h er s e l f . He s w a llow e d h ar d a nd wo r k e d a t re m a ining in c ont r ol. He ref us e d to c o m e until she did.
    “ Mmmm, I t a ste like a mi x tu r e of hon e y a nd t a n gy s y r up . ”
    “ Now r ub on y our c lit f or m e . Not h a r d. K ee p p l a y i n g with y our nippl e s, too. T e ll me w h e n y ou ’ r e g e tti n g c los e .” R y k e r pump e d his c o c k a s whit e- hot sh ar d s of h ea t f l a sh e d fr om t he b a se of his spine into his b a lls. Th e y g r e w ti g ht e r with e ac h pump o f his h a nd.
    “ God, I ’ m c los e . I n e e d y our c o c k inside me thou g h. I t ’ s not e nou g h. I ca n ’ t do it.”
    “ Y e s y ou ca n. M a k e y o u r s e lf c ome f or m e . I w a nt to h ea r y ou
    s crea m . ”
    “ I ’ m so c los e , so c los e . I just ca n ’ t,” she c r i e d out.
    “ P in c h y o u r nipple a nd y o ur c lit r i g ht now a nd c ome f or m e ,” he d e m a nd e d a s his b a lls e r upt e d, s e nding his s e e d u p his sh af t.
    “ Y e s! R y k er ! ” S he s cr e a m e d h e r c lim a x ov e r t he phone just as c um shot fr om his c o c k o nto his a bdom e n.
    He stopp e d r unning his h a nd up a nd down his s h af t a nd f o u g ht inst ea d to ca t c h his b rea th. His a ss mus c l e s cr a mp e d fr om c l e n c hi n g
     

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