Chapter 40

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ISLA

When Maddox calls, I'm in nothing but a lacey black bra and thong. My heart pounds as my phone trills. Heat floods my core when I accept his video call.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

"Hey, baby." Maddox's voice is gruff and low, but there's an intensity to it that dampens my panties.

"Hey, handsome. I miss you."

"I miss you, too." Chocolate eyes flit across my face and the part of my body he can see. They darken when he realizes I'm not wearing much. "Fuck, sweetheart. Let me see you."

"Only if I get to see you too," I reply. The coy tone of my voice takes me by surprise. I've never been much of a seductress, but damn if this man doesn't bring it out in me. I've never had phone sex or gotten myself off on a video call. This is a night of firsts, and apparently I'm determined to do it right.

Maddox hums a low sound of approval and the phone bounces as he switches it to his other hand and begins unbuttoning his shirt. "You want to see me too, naughty girl?"

"Mmhm. Yes, please." I hold the phone a little farther away from my face and trail my fingers down the valley of my breasts. Normally, my own touch provides only a dull sense of pleasure. It's nothing like when Maddox touches me. But with him watching? With the soundtrack of his groans in the background as he stares at the path of my fingers? It's like he's here with me. Like these are his fingers trailing across the swell of my breasts.

"God, you're sexy. I wish I was there. I want to lick every creamy inch of your breasts. Take those pretty little lace-covered nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they're so sensitive you beg me to release you."

I pinch and rub my nipples in time with his dirty talk. When I suck in a little gasp, he groans and rips his shirt all the way off. Gloriously bare skin fills my phone screen as Maddox moves toward the bed. "And then what would you do?"

The phone bounces and jostles as Maddox sets it up on the bedside table. I can see his upper body as he leans against the headboard, down to his knees. He stares at me as his long, powerful fingers undo the buckle of his belt, followed by the fly of his suit pants. "I'd rip those lace scraps off your body, restrain your hands above your head, and lick a path down to that pretty pink pussy."

With every growled word, my pussy throbs. I need to touch myself. So I follow Maddox's lead and set my phone up so he can see me. Then I settle on the mattress, and let my fingers wander. I skim my breasts, my stomach, and my inner thighs.

"You're so sexy," Maddox groans, pushing his pants down just enough so he can pull his thick cock out. When he squeezes the base of it and a bead of pre-cum weeps from the slit, a needy whimper flies out of my mouth. "If you were here, I'd push your perfect mouth around my cock and make you lap up my cum with your tongue." He strokes his cock. "Open your mouth, baby."

I do as he says, wishing he were here to fill it.

"Good girl. Now push two fingers into your wet pussy, then suck them clean. If you can't have my taste on your tongue, you can at least have yours."

With a whimper, I obey. My fingers slip beneath the waistband of my thong and I slowly press two inside my slick channel.

"Pump them in and out a few times," Maddox commands. When I do without hesitation, he hums his approval. "That's right, baby. Fuck yourself with your fingers until they drip. Now put them in your mouth and suck."

Smokey flavor bursts across my tongue as I lap at my own arousal, sucking and licking my fingers like they're his cock. Maddox pumps his thick erection as he watches.

"That's so good, baby. Fuck." Pre-cum beads at his slit, and Maddox works it around the head of his dick with his thumb. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, and when his head falls back against the headboard, his abs contracting and his Adam's apple bobbing, my pussy floods. "Get naked, Isla."

Releasing my fingers with a wet pop, I hurry to do as he asks. I'm achy and throbbing and desperate for relief. Maddox tugs his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs and pulls them off. His cock stands tall and hard against his stomach, and my pussy clamps down around nothing.

"I wish you were here," I whine.

"Are you achy, baby?" I nod. "Do you wish I was there to fill your perfect pussy? You want to be stretched out on my cock?"

"God." My chest heaves and my stomach hollows out at his words, making my back arch. "Yes. I need you to fill me."

"Get your dildo out," Maddox says, his voice low and raspy. "But you're not allowed to use any lube. You're going to rub it along your slit until it's nice and slick, do you understand?"

"Yes." I hurry to grab the dildo from my bedside drawer. I know he means the full sized one, not the little bullet. He wants to see me work it in and out of my pussy. And I want to pretend it's him.

"Now spread your perfect thighs and let me see how wet you are." Maddox watches me settle back on the mattress, and when my legs fall open, he hisses, gripping his shaft harder. "Oh fuck, baby, look at you. You're a mess already."

And I am. Arousal coats my pussy and inner thighs. Even through the phone, he can see how wet I am.

"Start to lube that dildo up with your cream, baby. Drag that big fake cock along your slit. Play with your clit. Imagine it's my dick parting your folds. That I'm the one dragging my shaft along your sopping pussy." He strokes faster, his dick growing harder and the head turning a darker shade of deep pink.

Every time the silicone bumps against my clit, I gasp. Between the sight of Maddox fisting his cock and the sounds it makes as he fucks his hand and the sensation of the dildo slipping through my slick folds, it doesn't take long at all before it's lubed up.

"Now I want you to use one hand to part your folds. Let me see how wet and swollen you are." Maddox tugs on his cock as the muscles in his stomach clench. He hisses when I do as he asks. I bare myself for him, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever done. "Oh fuck, baby. So wet and swollen. Look at your puffy pussy. And you haven't even fucked it yet for me."

My needy core clamps down around nothing at his words. "Maddox, please."

"You need to be filled, Isla?" His voice is almost a growl. It's wild and dangerous, and it makes my sex flood with arousal.

"Yes. Please." What I need is him. The feel of his hard length as he pushes inside me. The heat of his body as he fucks me senseless. I need Maddox's talented fingers and tongue. But this will do. This is one of the hottest things I've ever done.

"Fuck yourself with your toy, baby. Stretch that tight hole. And make sure you play with your clit at the same time. I won't last much longer, but I don't want to come until you're whimpering and crying my name." Maddox works his shaft as he stares at the screen. "Push that cock in your pussy. Now."

The head of the toy slips easily into my entrance and I push it in a couple inches before sliding it out, then work it deeper. Maddox watches with dark, hooded eyes the whole time. The camera is set up so he has a straight shot of my open thighs and the silicone toy as it fills me. Ragged breathing fills my room—both mine and Maddox's—as well as the sounds of him jerking off. It's incendiary, and it doesn't take long before I feel like I'm going to combust.

My walls flutter and tense around the dildo, my spine arches off the bed, and little whimpers fall from my lips every few seconds. "I'm close. So close."

"Beautiful," Maddox grunts as he pumps his dick faster and harder. "Fuck, baby, I can see your cream coating your toy every time you pull it out of your sweet little hole." He grunts, his body tensing. "God, I want to fill you up with my cum. Want to fuck you bare and feel your hot walls clamp around me and milk my cock as you shatter around me."

Oh. My. God. I circle my clit as Maddox's words ricochet through me, setting off sparks that catch and light, and then I'm burning. "Oh," I moan. "Oh god, Maddox. I'm gonna come. Fuck."

"Don't you dare stop fucking that tight little hole, baby." He sucks in a breath as his hands work his shaft faster and faster.

The sight is so erotic, I scream out my release. His name is a plea on my lips. A prayer. A curse. My body tightens as an orgasm tears through me. My pussy clamps down around the dildo and I writhe in front of the camera, falling apart hundreds of miles away from Maddox, but still falling apart together.

His release follows moments after mine and a second, smaller orgasm takes hold of my body when he grunts out a curse, his abs contracting as ropes of cum spray across his stomach and coats his fist.

Our chests rise and fall rapidly as we both struggle to catch our breath. That was… unreal. Hot. One of the most er otic things I've ever done. I hate that Maddox is on the road. Hate that I can't hold him or feel him. But this makes up for it. At least a bit.

"Holy shit," I finally get out after sucking in a shaky breath.

"Agreed." Maddox stares at me, cum still striped across his abdomen, his fist lazily stroking his cock. "That was… You were… Fuck. You're perfect."

My cheeks flush. "I don't know about that."

Maddox grabs the phone so I'm forced to look him in the eyes. The intensity in those earthen orbs makes me shiver in the best way. "You are. Perfect. I can't wait to get home so I can hold you and kiss you and fuck you silly."

The walls of my core flutter and pulse. I'm already ready for more of him. "I can't wait, either. I wish you were here so I could curl up and fall asleep with you." I yawn. It's late, and it's been a long day. Not to mention the fact that my body is pleasantly worn out from what we just did.

"You should get some sleep, baby." His eyes soften at the corners and his full lips curve into an affectionate smile. "Go clean yourself off and go to bed, okay?"

Another yawn grips me, and Maddox chuckles. "I'll text you in the morning. Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

I hate to let him go, but I'm so tired. "Sweet dreams, Madds. I miss you."

"Miss you too, Isla. So much."

I dream about Maddox. He holds me and tells me I'm beautiful. It's the best sleep I've gotten in days.