Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)(55)
Groaning, I grip myself over the terrycloth. “Fuck, Ser. I’m so hard for you. Please let me watch you play with that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Since you said please…” Seraphina’s hand disappears off screen. She lets out a breathy sigh and her eyelids flutter, forehead crinkling. I’m mesmerized; entranced. I’ve never seen anything more sensual in my life.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Just like that.” Keeping my eyes fixed on her, I untie the towel with a single tug. My dick springs free impatiently, and my fist wraps around the base. Having her mouth or pussy would be even better, but this is pretty goddamn good.
She pouts. “I wish you were touching me.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to touch you.” My voice is hoarse. “Let me see your pussy, baby.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the tiny part of my brain that’s still functional wonders if I’m escalating too quickly. After several hours of foreplay via sext message, I’m so fucking keyed up that I don’t have a single shred of self-control left.
My worries immediately ease as the camera pans down, moving past the swells of her breasts straining against her thin white crop top and the dip of her smooth, bare stomach. Little white shorts rest low on her hips, obscuring what I want to see most.
She’s a fucking tease, and I love it.
“Ditch the shorts, Tinker Bell.”
Seraphina brings the camera back up to her face and tsks, smirking. “So bossy.”
Placing the phone down on the bed, she gives me a full view of her body. The bedding rustles, camera jostles as she lifts her hips and shimmies the waistband down, deliberately moving as slowly as possible. My dick hardens even more with anticipation. I watch the material slide lower and lower, leaving me with a view of the cleft between her closed thighs.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”
I watch as she parts her knees, exposing all of herself to me. Her pretty cunt is swollen and ready, her slit begging for me to slide my cock inside.
Cursing, I tighten my grip on my shaft. “Your pussy is perfect, Ser. So fucking perfect.”
Her fingertips circle her clit, purple-pink folds glistening with her arousal. When she whimpers, it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. Tension coils in my core as I come dangerously close to unfurling. I stop abruptly, pinching my cock at the base to hold myself off. No way am I coming before the grand finale.
Seraphina juts her chin at the screen. “Don’t I get to see?”
Well, fuck. If that’s what she wants, I’m not shy. I tilt the phone to show her what she’s doing to me. My cock is engorged and leaking in my hand, ready to explode.
Her teeth snag her bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Damn,” she murmurs, staring at the screen. “I wish we were alone.”
I husk a low laugh and set down the phone like she did, creating equal viewing opportunity. “Me too.”
Seraphina gives me a coy look, but I can tell she’s only playing shy. “Do you want me to get my toy?”
“You know I do.”
A hot pink dildo comes into the frame, her slender fingers wrapped around the shaft. It’s a generous size—though using her hand for scale, it’s not as big as yours truly—and realistic, with fake veins running the length and balls hanging down. I bite down on my lip as she brings it to her pussy and rubs it along her slick entrance, teasing without penetrating herself.
“Fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s me,” I tell her.
“I always pretend it’s you.”
Those words nearly undo me on the spot.
A low, tortured growl reverberates in my chest as the pink silicone slips inside of her, slowly disappearing.
“Look how pretty you are taking that dick, baby. You look even better when you’re taking mine.” I slowly start to stroke myself again, imagining it’s my cock inside her instead. Remembering how tight and wet she was when I sank inside of her, and the way her walls clenched around me as she came.
“Oh god.” Seraphina lets out a breathy moan, and the way she’s squirming tells me she’s getting close. “That’s good. Keep talking, please.”
“When I get you alone this weekend, I’m going to eat your pussy until your legs start to shake and you’re begging me for release, and then I’m going to make you come so hard you make a dripping mess.” A drop of pre-cum beads at the tip of my cock and I brush my thumb over it as I keep stroking. My tempo increases, and she follows my lead, thrusting the toy faster. “And once I’m finished, I’m going to kiss you so you can taste how sweet you are.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her cheeks flushed. “Then what?”
“I’m going to fuck that perfect little pussy like it’s mine.”
Her mouth falls open in a silent cry and her back arches off the bed, her head tipping back against the pillow. I follow right behind her as my hips jerk, warm release coating my hand. All of the tension that’s been brewing between us explodes in a blur of moans and breaths, whimpers and pleas.
It’s good—too fucking good, and exactly what I needed.
Seraphina picks up her phone and I do the same, putting us face to face on screen.
“Hi.” Her voice is breathy, her expression sated. A subtle sheen glistens across her forehead, her espresso eyes glassy and dazed. It’s nothing compared to what she’s going to look like when I’m finished with her this weekend. I’m going to fucking ruin her, and then I’m going to do it all over again.