Page 144 of His Secret
His teeth bite into his lip. “That might be enjoyable.”
“You like that?” I ask, languidly stroking myself as I wait. “The idea of me coming in your ass? Watching it drip out of you? Eating it out of you?”
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so filthy.”
“I’d do despicable things to you. With you. For you,” I say. “I’d do anything.”
There’s some noise on the other end, and then the phone gets placed down, facing the bed.
Adrian climbs over the covers, looking over his shoulder to see if he’s in view.
“Perfect,” I say. “Fucking perfect.”
On all fours, his ass is displayed to me. He reaches around and runs his finger over his hole, before pulling his cheek to the side, really spreading himself open.
“Ah fuck,” I groan.
He arches his back even more, his front half low to the bed as his ass stays perched in the air.
My eyes watch his hole as he clenches it, then drop to his balls and cock hanging between his legs.
Everything about him is a work of art.
“God, Adrian,” I moan. “You drive me crazy.”
It doesn’t take long before my orgasm is rearing up.
“I’m about to come. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” I cry.
He looks over his shoulder, and at the first spurt of cum, he turns around. I don’t see anything after that, because my eyes are squeezed closed as I come all over myself.
When I finally open my eyes, I find Adrian lying on his back, the phone above him as he watches.
I angle the phone at my cock and hand, giving it a few more strokes, squeezing the remaining cum from the tip.
“Mm,” he hums. “You made a mess.”
“Yeah. Gonna need to change clothes.” I exhale, sinking into the couch.
“I can’t wait to see you again.”
I bring my face into the screen, an exhausted smile on my lips. “I still have plans for us.”
“Well, I’m free.”
My smile widens. “That’s good to hear.”
“I guess I should let you clean up.”
“Yeah,” I say, looking down at the mess. “Let me know when you’ll be back.”
“I will. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds before he smiles. “Bye.”
“Bye,” I reply with a grin.