Page 26 of Primal

CATLIN

Was I really that loud?

And do you have my panties?

A broad smile spreads across my face as I breathe her scent in again before texting her back.

I’m already preparing to soundproof my apartment

And yes, I do.

They smell like your sweet heaven.

The phone rings, and I quickly answer it. “Yes,piscín?”

“Are you seriously at home sniffing my panties?” Her voice ticks up with disbelief.

Fuck the cold shower…

“I am, and I’m so fucking hard thinking about you.” I suck in a deep breath as I rub my hand along my shaft.

“Oh…”

Putting the phone on speaker, I drop it onto the counter. “You can hang up, or you can listen to what you do to me. The choice is yours,piscín.”

I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it along my length. It is a sad substitute for the tight warmth I want to be inside. Moans rattle from me as I fist my shaft.

“Are you thinking about me?” Cat’s timid voice comes through the speaker.

“You’re theonlyfucking thing I think about,” I groan. “Every night, I fuck my hand thinking about how much I want to be inside you.”

The phone is silent, but Cat hasn’t hung up. My good girl is curious. There is a naughty side of her just dying to get out.

“I can’t stop thinking about you coming around my fingers,” I pant as I fist myself faster. “How fucking tight you were… And fuck… How fucking hard you came around me.”

“I liked…”

“Don’t be shy,piscín.Be a good girl and tell me what you like as you listen to me stroke my cock. Make me come all over your panties.”

“I liked how you felt inside me,” she softly responds.

“You’ll fucking love how I stretch and fill you when you’re ready to take every inch of my cock.”

“Y…yes…,” she stammers before confessing, “I’ve been thinking about that since you left.”

“Fuck…” I exhale. Fighting against my release, my groans echo off the walls of the master bathroom. But listening to her talk about wanting me inside of her, I lose all control. Guttural moans rattle from my chest as I shoot ropes of cum into the damp panties I’ve been sliding along my shaft.

With her cum-filled panties in my fist, I slump over the counter. I struggle to catch my breath and realize that she, too, is panting. “Did your panties get wet listening to me come?”

“You have my panties, Finnigan.”

“If you only have one pair,” I tease, “I guess I’ll have to return them to you in the morning. See you soon, Catlin.”

“Good night, Finn.”

“Good night, birthday girl.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE