25. Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-five

Mia

Hudson: My cock’s hard and my bed’s empty

It’s Tuesday and I’m staying at mine tonight; something Hudson is not happy about.

He’s got me for the next week, though. I’ll be staying with him tomorrow and then he’s told me we fly out Thursday night.

He’s taking Friday off since I don’t have any classes and he wanted to make the most of the weekend.

He’s still not told me where we’re going. How is a girl meant to pack?

Mia: Go jerk off

Hudson: I’ve done that two times and the fuckers not gone down. He wants you

Mia: He’ll have to wait

Hudson: Tell me you’re not lying in bed as unsatisfied as me

Mia: Nope, my orgasm did the job

It didn’t, not in the slightest.

Hudson video calling

I smile to myself as I accept the call.

“Show me,” he demands. He’s lying in bed, his naked torso on display for me.

“Show you what?” I reply coyly.

“Show me what you did. Let’s do it again. Together.” He pans the camera screen down his body so I can see his hard, angry cock held firmly in his grip.

“We’re a little old for phone sex, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are, so get the fuck over here.”

“Hmm, phone sex it is then.”

“Brat,” he rasps as he begins to tug at his cock.

“Do you want to see or not?” I taunt.

“You know I do, baby girl. Now, be good for Daddy and get yourself off.”

I prop the cell phone against my nightstand and angle it so he can see the whole length of my body.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as his movements begin to pick up speed and he jerks himself off.

“That’s hot. We’re going to do this again with each other.”

“Fine by me. Now, show me.”

I lick my fingers, getting the tips of them nice and wet and trail them down my chest to my breasts.

“I always start with my nipples, they’re sensitive and it always gets me ready for more.”

“Fuck,” he rasps through the screen.

“I like to pull at them hard and give them a good squeeze. I want to be able to really feel it.”

Hudson is just a bunch of grunts and moans through the speaker.

“Then when I’ve got myself really turned on and my clit begins to throb, I slide my fingers down, but I still don’t touch myself there, not yet.”

His head is pressed into the pillow, his jaw tight, the muscles of his neck straining with need.

“Fuck, baby, carry on,” he growls.

“I slide my fingers inside my pussy, seeing how wet I’ve made myself by playing with my nipples.”

He’s practically panting as I push two fingers inside me, his jaw is hanging open as his breathing grows labored. He fists his cock brutally, stroking it at a speed I’d never be able to maintain for long.

I’m so fucking turned on.

“Hmm, so wet, Daddy. Can you see?” I hold both fingers up to show the way they glisten with my juices.

“Fuuuck,” he grates out as if he’s in pain.

“Then, once I’m wet enough, I bring my fingers to my clit and start to tease it. I start gentle and build up.” My fingers circle my clit as I rub it slowly, not giving myself exactly what I need. Not yet.

“Christ,” he rasps. “I need you to speed up, baby, get yourself there quick.”

“There’s no rush.”

“There is, baby girl, I’m about to blow my load.”

“Hmm, well you’ll have to wait.”

“You’re not in control here, baby girl, as much as you might like to think you are. Now, get yourself there.”

I rub myself harder, more turned on than I’m letting him think. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I am definitely a fan. Watching Hudson jerk himself off to me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

“When I feel myself getting close, I bring my other hand up to tug at my nipples. The combination will always tip me over.”

“Damn it,” he grits out. “Tell me you’re coming.”

“So close.”

“Now,” he roars as his cock jerks in his grip and the first spurt of cum releases over his stomach.

That does it. Watching him fall apart because of me is enough for me to fall over the edge.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out. His abs are covered in ropes of thick creamy cum and my mouth waters at the sight.

“I want to clean that up,” I pout through the screen.

“Then you should be here, shouldn’t you? You’ve only got yourself to blame.”

Every night is starting to sound like a good idea.

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