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“My hand is between your legs, Tara. Sliding between your ass cheeks. One fingertip finds your clit and I play with it for a minute. You moan again. But you’re still sleeping.”

A rush of warmth fills my lower body and the tingle begins between my legs.

“I press that one fingertip forward until it slips inside you, just a bit. You moan and move your head a little. So I stop and wait. Because I don’t want to wake you. Not yet. I want to be inside you when you wake up. I want you to realize I control you. I need you to know that even in your sleep, I can make you come when you think you’re alone.”

Which is so true. Because he’s made me come hundreds of times already and he’s never even touched me.

“You go still again. Your breathing evens out. You slip deeper and deeper into the dream. So I slip my fingers deeper and deeper inside you. You’re so wet. Aren’t you?”

“I so am.” And it’s not a lie. If he was here, that fat, long cock of his would slide right up inside me.

“I take a chance now. Because I can’t wait any longer. I place my other hand on your shoulder and turn you over so you’re lying flat on your stomach. Then I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. Fisting it and pumping to prime myself for what comes next. I kneel on the bed. Gently opening your legs with my knee. Until you’re spread open wide for me. Then I take my fingers out of your pussy and drag all that delicious wetness up to your asshole. Because that’s where I want to put my dick, Tara.”

I am holding my breath. I mean… shit. The phone sex is always fun. But it has a rhythm. We banter. We joke. We play. And this… this feels like something else altogether. I almost feel like a voyeur in his fantasy.

“Both of my hands spread your cheeks open and I lean down and lick your ass. Kissing it. Then licking it again. Getting it nice and wet. Good and ready for me. You moan again, almost waking up. But I say, ‘Shhhhhhh,’ and you drift back into your fantasy. I fist my cock, pumping it a few more times. It’s so hard, Tara. So fucking hard. I lean forward and press the tip against the tight pucker of your ass. This is always the hard part. This always hurts even when you’re ready for it. And you’re not ready for it. You’re in the middle of a sex fantasy. You’re asleep. So when I thrust inside you, you wake up immediately. You buck your back and gasp for breath. But I place one large, strong hand firmly between your shoulder blades and pin you to the bed so I can push myself deep inside your ass.”

“Oh, God.” I really wish he was here. I want him to do this to me. I want to wake up with Lonnie Derringer’s cock in my ass. His hand on my back, pinning me to the mattress.

“Now what happens, Tara? Tell me what happens next.”

I open my mouth to tell him… and the call drops.

“What the fuck?” I stare at my phone. And I’m just about to call him back when it rings.

Not a phone call though.

A FaceTime.

CHAPTER FIVE - ALONZO

Her face appears on my phone. Even in the hazy low light I can tell her cheeks are flushed with excitement.

“What the hell?”

“Sorry.” I say it, but I don’t mean it. I planned this. Every fucking word. Every fucking moment. “I wanted to do it a little different this time.”

“Two cam fucks in one day. That’s a new record.”

“Maybe I’m tired of the phone? Maybe I need something else?”

“Oh, my God.”

“What?”

“You’re not wearing your hat.”

“Oh, yeah.” I reach up and run my fingers through my hair. It’s pretty short. I always wear it short. But it’s been a couple months since I had it cut. So it’s probably a mess right now.

She just stares back at me from the phone screen.

“What?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “I… I kinda pictured you bald.”

I let out a laugh. “Yeah. Well, I kinda wanted you to think that.”

“Why?”