Page 47 of My Downfall

“Show you what?” I reply coyly.

“Show me what you did. Let’s do it again. Together.” He pans the camera screen down his body so I can see his hard, angry cock held firmly in his grip.

“We’re a little old for phone sex, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are, so get the fuck over here.”

“Hmm, phone sex it is then.”

“Brat,” he rasps as he begins to tug at his cock.

“Do you want to see or not?” I taunt.

“You know I do, baby girl. Now, be good for Daddy and get yourself off.”

I prop the cell phone against my nightstand and angle it so he can see the whole length of my body.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as his movements begin to pick up speed and he jerks himself off.

“That’s hot. We’re going to do this again with each other.”

“Fine by me. Now, show me.”

I lick my fingers, getting the tips of them nice and wet and trail them down my chest to my breasts.

“I always start with my nipples, they’re sensitive and it always gets me ready for more.”

“Fuck,” he rasps through the screen.

“I like to pull at them hard and give them a good squeeze. I want to be able to really feel it.”

Hudson is just a bunch of grunts and moans through the speaker.

“Then when I’ve got myself really turned on and my clit begins to throb, I slide my fingers down, but I still don’t touch myself there, not yet.”

His head is pressed into the pillow, his jaw tight, the muscles of his neck straining with need.

“Fuck, baby, carry on,” he growls.

“I slide my fingers inside my pussy, seeing how wet I’ve made myself by playing with my nipples.”

He’s practically panting as I push two fingers inside me, his jaw is hanging open as his breathing grows labored. He fists his cock brutally, stroking it at a speed I’d never be able to maintain for long.

I’m so fucking turned on.

“Hmm, so wet, Daddy. Can you see?” I hold both fingers up to show the way they glisten with my juices.

“Fuuuck,” he grates out as if he’s in pain.

“Then, once I’m wet enough, I bring my fingers to my clit and start to tease it. I start gentle and build up.” My fingers circle my clit as I rub it slowly, not giving myself exactly what I need. Not yet.

“Christ,” he rasps. “I need you to speed up, baby, get yourself there quick.”

“There’s no rush.”

“There is, baby girl, I’m about to blow my load.”

“Hmm, well you’ll have to wait.”