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Elyzabeth
Watch Yourself
She read his message again. The rush of adrenaline she'd felt the
first time ran through her veins again. Damn it. Her heart was going to jump
from her chest. It was her day off and he wanted her to do that. She didn't
feel sexy. She didn't even feel particularly horny. Damn it. Who was she
kidding? His message had gotten the blood rushing to every erogenous zone in
her body. She reread the text again. Her pussy started throbbing and her
nipples scraped against her shirt demanding attention. She'd just have to
follow his orders, wouldn't she?
Slipping on her slippers,
Sammy hurried to her bedroom. She could no longer pretend otherwise. She was
horny as hell and had to do something about it. Throwing her cell phone on the
bed she opened the closet doors and the second drawer. She rummaged beneath her
panties and pulled it out. Blue, thick and ridged, Tom had been her companion
for many lonely nights. She hadn't used him in a while, laziness overpowering
any real need to feel a hard rod between her legs. Now, however, as she
stripped down to nothing, the pulse between her legs beat frantically. She
needed Tom between her legs. She needed to feel it spread her lips and rub
against her most intimate spot.
Naked as the light of day, Sammy left the closet doors open and
sat on the edge of the bed. She placed Tom next to her cell and resisted the
urge to read the message again. She knew what he wanted her to do.
She looked at herself in
the full length mirror hanging from one of the doors. Her cheeks were flushed.
She ran her hands over her breasts, biting back a moan as her palms tumbled
over the hard peaks of her nipples. She slipped them lower, ignored the urge to
criticize her belly, and continued downwards. When she reached the top of her
sex, she stopped and grasped her phone. She reread the message while sliding
her other hand between her folds. She bit her lip. How could she have gotten so
wet?
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and dropped the phone
again. Gently, she ran her fingers across her folds, spreading the moisture.
Her lips grew thicker, redder. She dipped the tip of her finger inside.
Fuck.
She wanted to take it slowly, but the desire ringing through her
was relentless. She needed more. She needed his hard cock inside her. She needed
his hands on her body, tugging, caressing, punching, loving. Sammy inserted
another finger into her wet pussy. A third one followed seconds later. She
pumped them, rotated them, pumped them again. Her legs trembled. Her hips
lifted. She pinched her nipples.
More.
It was no longer her hands on her. It was his hands. She wasn't
grasping Tom, she was guiding His cock into her. She clenched around him,
moaning. Yes.
Look at yourself.
Her eyes popped open. That's what he'd asked. Look at yourself.
Watch your body react to my words. Sammy groaned. Her skin was flushed, her
juices dropping over Tom and down her thighs. Her lips parted in a gasp as she
earnestly began to fuck herself with the toy. Incoherent whispers dropped from
her lips. She couldn't. She had to. She fumbled with the phone. Thank goodness
she had him on fast dial. She hit the speaker button. She heard the click as he
answered.
"Please."
Silence.
"Please."
"Are you watching yourself? "
"Yes," she gasped.
"Good girl. You may come."
Sammy pressed her wrist against her clit. She thrust harder,
rubbed harder. Seconds later she cried out her release, falling back against
her mattress.
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