Chapter 22 #3
She growls her little growl at me even while her fingers, nails painted with yellow polka-dots today, slip between her legs and rub. My mouth drops open, saliva pools, as I watch her part the slick petals. Her fingertips gleam. The entrance to her body flushes a deep rose that I want to plunder.
I wipe my mouth before I drool into my beard.
“Taste yourself.” She turns a brilliant crimson, but obeys, lifting her fingers to her mouth and taking a furtive lick. “What do you taste like?”
“Cinnamon bun.”
I chuckle. No, she doesn’t. I love her taste, but it’s nothing like a cinnamon bun. “Rub,” I tell her as I push my boxers down further and begin to jack my dick.
She drops her hand back to her pussy, parting her lips with her index and ring fingers, rubbing her opening with her middle finger. She raises her other hand to her face, covers her eyes, and peeks through her fingers.
“Dirty, Oppa.”
“Why’s it dirty, baby?”
“You’z doing it on camera, where people could see.”
“Uh-huh. Does that make it very naughty?”
She nods.
“Everybody masturbates, baby. Does that make it less naughty?”
She shakes her head. “Should be under the covers, in private.”
Thinking of what I’ve heard about Logan’s club, I chuckle. “Be naughty with me.”
She closes her fingers, cups her other hand over her pussy. “No, you bad on you’z own.”
I growl at her and she immediately begins rubbing again, faster now, in the way that tells me she’s beginning to work toward her orgasm.
“There’s nothing bad about this,” I tell her as I jack myself a little harder, making my corona flush red. “It’s normal and natural. It’s beautiful when I watch you and feel close to you despite all the miles between us. Do you feel close to me?”
She nods, peeking out again, her eyes growing wide when she sees how hard and red my cock’s gone.
“Watch me, baby. See how much you turn me on. I love seeing your beautiful breasts and your beautiful pussy and your beautiful eyes peeping at me. I love thinking about how I’m going to fuck you when I get back.
How I’m going to rub my hard cock between your breasts and come all over your throat.
I’m going to sink into that beautiful red hole and fill you up.
Make you scream for me. Make you lick all our cream off me afterwards.
Your little tongue all pointed and tickling. ”
Her breath catches. Her fingers tremble.
“Did I say you could come?”
“Oppa, oh, Oppa, pease, I’z getting so close.”
“Not yet,” I growl. “Grab your vibrator and put it on your clit. I want to see your legs shake.”
She shivers all over, but obeys. As soon as the vibrator buzzes between the lips of her pussy, she throws her head back. “Oppa! Oppa, pease!”
“That’s my good girl. Press it right where it feels best.”
She does, shifting the tip of the bullet to the left side of her clit, which is more sensitive. The long muscles of her thighs jump.
“So good, my baby.” I give her a deep, full growl to help her up over the edge.
Her knees slam together. Her little bare feet kick. I throw my head back on breathy chuckles, enjoying her abandon, as I jack myself hard enough to take the simmer in my balls to a boil. I squeeze hard just below my corona, imagining it’s her ass gripping me.
Hot spatters slap my stomach and I exhale a long growl to let Cynnie know how much I enjoyed all that. She giggles as she turns off the vibrator and slumps back into her pillows. She grabs Buzzybee and cuddles the stuffie to her breasts.
“I’z so relaxed.”
“Good.” I wipe off my stomach and tuck myself away. I shift onto my side and prop my head on my hand. “I miss you, baby.”
“Miss you, too. You been so good about calling me and being in touch while you gone. But I’z still miss you.”
“I was just thinking today that I haven’t been able to be like this nearly as much as I want to.”
She giggles. “Daddy Tony only talk to me once a week. And never-never-never do this with me.”
The vague guilt I’ve been carrying around about not giving her enough attention while I’m working ebbs. “Oh, baby. I’d go crazy if I only spoke to you once a week. I go crazy if we only talk once a day.”
“Loves you calling every day.” She rolls over onto her tummy, and her smile turns slightly pensive. “Oppa, you come to something with me when you get back?”
“Sure, baby. Like a play date?”
She shakes her head, long hanks of silky black hair falling to frame her sweet face. “Gala.” She grabs a stuffie and rubs her cheek against it. “You have to dress up.”
“In ears and a tail?”
She grins in response to my joke.
“I have a suit or two, bumble baby. When is this?”
“Two weeks on Thursday.”
The weekend after that is when Logan’s collaring Emily.
He’s mentioned it several times while I’ve been gone and while he hasn’t specifically said he wants me there, I know he does.
But an evening out on Thursday won’t prevent me from going to the collaring on Saturday, and if Cynnie hasn’t already been invited, she’s definitely going to be my plus one.
“I’ll be there.”
“My family be there,” she says.
“Yeah? Is it okay for me to meet your family?” She hasn’t invited me to her house and, understanding her strained relationship with her family, I haven’t pushed. This feels like a big step.
She nods. “I want you to. Just, for now, we say you’z my friend?”
That stings, but I understand she’ll want to take introducing me to her family slow.
“Of course, baby, whatever you want.”
“You’z dance with me?”
I’ll have to polish up my moves. Mac taught the whole unit to dance “like gentlemen” when we got into too much trouble on furlough. Hopefully, he’ll be around the week before the party to help me practice.
“I’d love to dance with you. Wait until you see my hustle, or my electric slide.”
She breaks into peals of giggles. “No, Oppa.”
“Oh, yeah. We’re going old school, my bumble baby.”
She rolls onto her back, holding the phone over her, and giggles until tears gloss her eyes. I wish I was there to kiss them away.
“You’z be bored. Stuffy party with old people.”
“As long as I’m with you, my bumble, I will never be bored. You put me down as your plus one, tell me where to be and when, and I’ll be there with my dancing shoes on.”
She ends the call not long after, when her stepmother and grandmother return from wherever they’ve been.
She’s smiling, her eyes alight, no tension in her soft body.
Even her fingers look better. She was biting her nails ragged while she ghosted me, but they’ve healed smoothly and are polished with those cute polka-dots.
My happy, healthy baby girl.