Chapter 28: Through his eyes

Holy fucking hell. His eyebrows rose to his forehead and he blinked. Her saying shit like that was better than he'd thought it would be. Slipping his hand into his jeans, he was not surprised to find his díck already half-hard. It approved of her just as much as he did.

"Shit. I-" He hissed, holding back a groan as he gave himself a light squeeze. She was turning him on alright, no doubt about that. She was good. But could he really do this? Was he letting his dick rule his brain? Fuck, he couldn't think clearly. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Wait! Please," she breathed, sounding desperate as fuck for him. His cock jumped in his hand and he grew harder. "I-I'm so horny. I need you. Please? Just stroke your dick for me. I need it."

What kind of man would he be to deny a sexy lady who was practically gagging for it?

"Damnit." Why the hell hadn't he removed his jeans and underwear beforehand? Quickly making work of his belt, he pushed his clothing down to his ankles. "What'd you need, sweetie?

Tell me," he demanded to know, no longer screwing around. Squirting some lube onto his hand, he lathered it over his cock.

He was going to do this and he was sure as hell going to enjoy it.

"You," she answered, sounding kind of nervous. He wasn't sure if it was part of the act or not but it was working for him. It made him want to take charge, exactly how he liked it. "I need you, please- " she paused. "-sir."

Oh fuck me sideways, he thought to himself, groaning out loud. "Fuck, you're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Now fully erect, he gave himself a firm stroke.

"Yes, god, yes," she agreed, enthusiastic as hell.

Damn, he loved it when a girl was into it just as much as he was. He bet she'd fuck him back if he got her into bed. She wouldn't be like those chick who laid there and let him do all the work.

"Mm," he hummed, very glad he'd decided to make the call. "You're so obedient, baby. Tell me, princess, what colour are your pretty nipples? Tell me what they look like."

"Brown. And they're hard. So hard I can see 'em through my top."

"Damn, that's beautiful, sweetie." What a image that gave him. Fisting himself harder, he closed his eyes. "You touching them? Want you to roll them between your fingers. Not too hard, just enough pressure to leave you needing more."

Honestly, he was just curious as to whether or not she'd actually do it. He knew a fake moan from a real moan any day, and so far, all of hers had been real.

"I already am," she admitted with a guilty laugh. "Your voice...it's, uh, fucking hot."

She was hesitant to admit it and it just turned him on more. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this as much as she was but she couldn't help it, and it was all because of him.

She was genuinely getting off on him. His hips thrust into his fist. "You that eager for me, princess?" He wanted to hear her say it. "Tell me how it feels. You know, I'm stroking my dick to this. Getting hard over the noises you're making, and the pretty picture you're giving me."

"It feels...like it's not enough. I need more. Christ." She sounded so fucking frustrated. He thought it was adorable as hell.

"Shh," he cooed to her, knowing he was gonna get her off right now if it's the last thing he ever does. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you. Okay, princess." He knew what she needed to hear. Knew from experience what turned girls into goo and he was going to use it to his full advantage on this one. "I want you to get naked for me. And tell me, baby, you got any toys?"

"Um." He swears he can hear her removing her clothes. "Yes, I have one of those little bullet vibrators."

Fucking perfect.

"Good." He approved. "I want you to get it for me, princess." Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock, he let out a heavy exhale.

"Yes sir." He loved it when she says that. There was the sound of scuffling, and what was possibly a draw opening and closing. A zip? Maybe. And then she was back again. "I've got it."

He hummed, loving just how eager she was to please him, and to let him please her. "Now, I'm more than happy to go slow, make this last-" Fuck, he was lying. And he felt guilty. But there was no way in hell he was about to admit he was ten seconds away from busting his nut just because of the sound of her pretty voice and obedience. "But I'm sensing my girl wants to cum hard and fast, am I right?"

Please let him be right. He wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer.

She sucked in a breath. "Yes," she choked out. "Ohh, yes."

Thank fuck.

"All right then," he chuckled, thinking about how much he liked this girl and how he'd definitely be calling her again. "I'll do what you want to, this time. Next time, what I say goes, okay princess?"

He didn't give her a chance to response, the hand on his cóck squeezing at the base in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. "I want you to spread your thighs for me, baby."

"Okay," she squeaked, making him smile at her cuteness. She was fúcking precious.

"You shaved, sweetie?" He wasn't bothered either way. It was up to the girl how she decided to look after her pússy. He only wanted to know so he had a better picture in his head.