29. Ryan

Chapter 29

Ryan

Two fingers disappear inside, and Kayla throws her head back, moaning in ecstasy at the relief she must feel.

“After you blew him, did he return the favour?” she nods, rolling her lips over her teeth. “Did he suck your clit the way you like?”

“Only a little.”

“What a fucking dumbass. He doesn’t know how lucky he was to taste you. Can you taste your fingers for me now? Spread it over your pretty mouth.”

She paints her lips, then shoves them in her mouth, moaning and sucking them clean. It’s obscene to watch, and I pump harder, wishing it was my cock instead of her fingers.

“Then you fucked him?”

“Uh-huh,” she groans, hand reaching back between her legs. “Fuck, Ryan, I’m so wet.”

“That’s good, baby.” My pace quickens along with my heart rate. “Oh god, I wish I could have seen it.”

Her breath turns shaky. “Do you really?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I’d probably hate it in reality, but the idea is so fucking hot. Do you think it’s messed up I’m asking about it?”

“No, I like telling you, actually. I just wished it was you. ”

“I wish it was me, too. So much. When you fucked him, did he stretch you?” From the way she whimpers, I have her answer. “He was big?”

“Yeah.”

“That's good. You like that feeling. You deserve to get the things you like, Bunny. Go ahead and add another finger for me.”

“Oh god,” she groans, tipping her head back, adjusting to the sensation. “Feels so good.”

Watching her is heavenly, but I want to see more, want her to feel as good as she can.

“Do you still have your purple toy?" I ask, and she moans, shakily. "I want to see you work it inside yourself. See how good you look getting fucked.”

Her eyes widen, and she huffs out a harsh breath, swallowing hard as she stops touching herself. She bends over to reach underneath her bed and with her ass up high, I know I could bury my cock straight inside her.

I can’t help but laugh at what she comes back with. We’ve played with a couple of toys before, but clearly she’s levelled up.

“You have a whole box now?”

“There might have been a few additions to the squad,” she laughs, lifting the lid and searching through it.

“I’m gonna need a demonstration next winter. I want to sit in that chair and watch you get yourself off with everything in that box, even if it takes all day. Even if you’re an overstimulated wreck and think you can’t keep going, you will. For me. OK?”

“Jesus, Ryan, fuck yes, we can do that. First on the wishlist.”

Eventually, she finds her purple dildo, solid and thick. I watch her squirt lube on the tip, then get back into position at the head of the bed .

“Move closer to the phone. I want to see the look on your face when it fills you.”

She scoots down the bed until her feet are on either side of the chair and adjusts the camera angle so I can still see all of her.

“Hey,” I say, before she gets started. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Pick up the phone and kiss me real quick.”

Her screen only shows my face, I’m the one getting a private show here, but I’d rather she focus on herself than what I’m doing off camera. Still, if I was there, this is a moment where I’d make her pause for a kiss. Those soft moments before things get intense between us are the ones I love most.

“You’re so silly,” she laughs, but she does it anyway, smacking her lips against the phone screen and then setting me back down.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Are you ?”

“Fully cocked and loaded.” That’s no lie, I’m not sure I’ve ever been harder. I angle my phone to show her and the tip leaks with pre-cum. She moans when I smear it around, careful not to reach the point of no return before she does.

Kayla hitches one knee higher, opening up for a better view and I get the perfect angle of her toy plunging in to the hilt. Her moan would wake the neighbours. Shit, it might even wake Cameron if he’s not awake already. I don’t give a fuck though. I want to hear her get loud.

“I need you,” she says, sliding it slowly in and out of her glistening cunt.

“As soon as I can, Bunny, I promise. Go faster.”

There’s no holding back now, my fist picking up the pace, gripping tightly as she fucks herself for my eyes only .

“Oh Jesus, Kayla. You’re so fucking pretty, you know that, right? My pretty, pretty girl.”

Calling her ‘my girl’ isn’t fair on either of us, but it slips out and I love to see the way it affects her. She shifts onto her knees, sinks lower onto her toy, filling every inch. Kayla works her fingers in tight circles over her clit, legs trembling as she struggles to keep herself upright.

“What would you do if you were here?” she asks.

“I’d want to start slow, get on my knees and fuck you slowly with your toy. Watch it fill you until you’re aching to come.”

“I am! I am aching,” she groans, tipping her head back.

“But my cock is so hard right now. I need you so bad, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back. I’d want to grab your hair and bite your neck and get a little rough with you. Fuck you like you’re mine. Because you are.”

“Oh fuck, Ryan.”

She keeps going, but the sound of my wet hand pumping my dick is all I can hear.

“Don’t forget to breathe, sweetheart,” I tell her, and she lets out a soft laugh. She gets so lost in the moment sometimes. It’s a beautiful thing to witness, but the last thing I need is her passing out on me when I’m a million miles away.

“Last night, did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Who made you come? You or him?”

“Me,” she whines, and I can tell she’s getting close. “I did it.”

“Pathetic,” I groan, my hand stroking faster as I listen to her pretty little noises get louder. “I promise I'll make you come over and over next time I get my hands on you. You won’t have to worry about anything. You can lie back and let me take care of you. Keep rubbing your clit for me. Keep stroking your neck, just the way I would. ”

“Please, Ryan, please,” she begs.

“I want to see you come, Kayla. Want to watch you shatter for me. Want to bury my face between your legs when you do so I can taste it and keep you coming over and over. You gonna make a mess for me, my good girl?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m gonna — Oh fuck, Ryan.”

Her body tenses, hand working faster as her teeth sink into her lip. Her moans turn to whimpersand panting and shaking.

My eyes squeeze shut and I’m right there, at the foot of her bed, cock in hand, watching her fuck herself. Witnessing her pleasure in its rawest form. White hot pressure shoots from the base of my spine and then I feel it, hot and sticky, covering my stomach.

I want to be there. Want to cover her in cum, spread it around, make a big fucking mess, then take my time cleaning her up. I want to taste her, worship her, devour her.

I want her.

I love her.

Her.

Her.

Her.