Page 13 of Strong and Wild

“Are you alone?”Does he have roommates? How do I not know how old he is?

“Yup. I’ve got to leave for a meeting in a bit, but I’m all yours for the next... twenty-two minutes.”

My fingers brush over my clit. He blows out a breath, and I love it. It’s the most sexual interaction I’ve had in a long time. I’m taking it.

“Why don’t you show me how it’s done? You like to be in charge, right?”

“Stroke yourself.”

He shoves his boxer briefs down and the most gorgeous cock is gripped in his fist. “Like this?” His voice lowers.

“Slower. Match my pace.”

“You’re gonna direct me, huh? What are you thinking about?”

“Riding you. Holding your arms above your head and torturing you by slowly sliding up and down until your full length is buried inside me.”

“Fuck, M...” He still doesn’t know my name. He inhales through his nose and lets it out between clenched teeth like a hiss.

I slightly spread my thighs and quicken my tempo. “Is this going to make things awkward between us?” I ask, almost panting.

His voice is slow and sexy. “There’s nothing awkward about the way you touch yourself. If this is what you need right now, then I want to give it to you. But I’m not paying for this session. If you rub your pussy, it’s because you want it as bad as I do.”

“It isn’t about money. There’s something about you.”

I can’t take my eyes off the screen, pre-cum slides down the side of his crown as his hand lazily rolls up and down the full length.

He groans. “I get that. Sometimes I think you were made especially for me to watch,” he says. There’s a smile in his voice, and it’s contagious.

I swallow. His words are like a ball of warmth in my chest that expands out to the rest of me. I move my fingers lower and push them inside, my palm keeping pressure on my clit. A gasp slips from my lips.

“Christ, I can hear how wet you are.” My hand moves faster, and his follows suit.

“Just like that, you’re doing so well. Who’s cock is that?”

The tendons in his forearm protrude as the tempo speeds up. He has nice hands. I imagine feeling them between my thighs, quickly strumming as I ride on top. I moan and my hips buck, wanting more.

“Yours.”

“That’s it, just like that. You fuck me so well.”

“I never would have guessed you were such a dirty talker.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I want to see that big dick come just for me,” I croon. “But not until I say so.”

His breathy laughter is gruff, and it only heightens my arousal. Adjusting his seat, he fists himself harder.

I add another finger. “Oh my God.”

“You have no idea how difficult it is staying quiet when all I want to do is throw you to the ground, spread you wide, and make you take every inch.”

It sends chills down my spine, normally something like that wouldn’t arouse me, if anything, I might be slightly disappointed since I like to be the bossy one, but I don’t mind it when he says it. It makes me part my legs farther and pan the camera a little lower, giving him more of a show.

“Tell me how bad you want to come.” I need to hear him say it.

“You’ve got me right on the fucking edge, I can hardly stand it.”

“You don’t get to blow until I do.”