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Pegging / Dirty Talk

He's away with the team and she desperately needs him - thank God for technology.

Luke picked up after the fourth ring. Penelope's breathy voice rang out.

"Talk to me," she begged. "I need you."

His cock immediately hardened at the sound of her voice, her deep breaths tickling his ear as if she weren't hundreds of miles away but right next to him on the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he undid the button on his jeans and slipped his zipper down. "Tell me exactly what you're doing."

"Ugh… I'm fingering myself; two fingers and a thumb on my clit." He could see it so clearly.

"What are you wearing?" he asked gruffly, ungracefully kicking his jeans and boxers off so he could free his rapidly hardening cock.

"Your old football jersey…. Huh…" she breathed.

The thought of her pleasuring herself in his clothes made his grasp his cock hard and relieve some of the pressure that was building in the base of it.

"What are you thinking of?"

"You…" he could hear the squelching noises in the background as her fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy.

"Shall I tell you what I'm thinking about?"

"Yes," she whimpered, followed by a hiss.

He grinned. He knew exactly how to get her going with his words.

"I'm thinking about the night before I left - the way we made love on the floor on your apartment." She let out a light moan. "Remember how good it felt when I slid in and out of you?" She moaned again in confirmation. "Remember how my mouth felt on your breasts? I can still taste your nipple on my tongue, feel it hardening as I licked it."

"Oh, Luke." He could hear her breathing start to speed up and her voice becoming quieter; she was getting close.

"Do you remember when we moved into the bedroom and I licked you until you came?" His body began to quiver and he bit his lip to stifle a moan. "Can you remember what it felt like when you took my cock into your mouth?" He certainly could. The warm wet feel of her enveloping him as he lay on the bed, arms behind his head. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of her.

"Can you taste me, Penelope?"

"Yes - God, I can!"

His balls tightened and he knew it was time to get this wrapped up.

"My hand is wrapped around my cock. I'm pretending it's you. I remembering all the times we've fucked and how good it feels to be buried deep inside you." Her breathing hitched and in his mind, he saw exactly what she'd be doing. Twisting and turning on the bed, one hand holding the phone to her ear as the other reached between her legs and played with his delicate folds, fingers coated in her juices and nipples straining, begging to be tasted.

"I'm remembering what it feels like when you come all over my cock, how sweet it is when you clench and writhe underneath me." His own orgasm began to build and he squeezed his eyes closed.

"Luke, I'm… oh!" Her voice hitched and then moaned deep in the back of her throat.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Cum all over your fingers for me. Pretend it's my cock."

"Yes…" she breathed out. It was that that did it. Knowing she was cumming and he was the reason for it sent him spiralling over the edge, his cock bursting with heat as his cum shot over his hand and stomach, the white liquid coating his dark skin.

As he came down, he heard her deep breathing on the other end of the phone.

When her breathing had evened out, he grinned.

"Hello to you too."