All right. I held the phone with one hand so he could see me taking my panties off with the other hand. I wasn’t waxed completely. I did keep only a small strip of hair there because I hated how it felt when it was bare.
“Fuck, you got red curls,” he muttered. “I want to bury my nose in that and inhale. So damn deep you stay with me for days after.”
I whimpered. It was all I could do. All the naughty talking I had imagined in my fantasies was never this good. He was much better at it than my imaginary Dewayne was.
“Slip a finger in, baby. Let me watch.”
I was so turned on I didn’t even question him. I did as he told me, and knowing he was watching me made me moan with pleasure. It was almost as if it was him touching me.
“That’s it. Fuck, that pu**y is wet. I can see the curls all sticking together. That swollen clit needs attention. Give her some. Easy and slow,” he said in a low growl.
I did exactly like he said.
“Easy . . . Fuck yeah. Now let me watch you suck that finger clean.
Oh my. I had never tasted myself. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
“Come on, Sienna. I need you to taste your sweet pu**y for me. I want to eat it so damn bad. Do it so I can watch, baby. Do it for me.”
When he said it like that, I was pretty sure I’d do anything. I held the phone back up to my face and watched his face as I slipped the finger into my mouth.
“Suck it, baby,” he said, breathing heavy. Then I saw his arm moving.
“Are you . . . are you . . .” I couldn’t even ask him.
“Yeah, Little Red, I’m f**king getting off on this. Best damn jerk I’ve ever had. Now let me see how wet you are.”
Knowing he was enjoying this so much he was beating off, I opened my legs and held the phone down there so he could see exactly how turned on I was.
I heard him curse and groan. “Touch it for me. Fucking touch it. Damn plump pu**y lips are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.”
Yes, Dewayne was the king of dirty talk.
I slipped another finger down until my fingertip touched the entrance I had been asking Dewayne to f**k harder just a little while ago.
“Fuck that pu**y for me. God knows I want inside it so bad I can’t think straight. It looks so tight. Almost f**king new. Touch it for me, baby.”
I began pumping a finger in and out of me, and Dewayne’s name left my mouth.
“Face. I want to see your face,” Dewayne demanded.
I was lost in my fantasy, but I moved the phone back to my face, and the dark look in Dewayne’s eyes made me tremble.
“Say my name again,” he said as his arm pumped, causing his muscles to flex. He was gorgeous.
I cried out his name and threw my head back.
“Look in my eyes,” he barked, and I did. I forced my eyes open and ran my finger over my clit just as I came apart. It was so much better than my earlier orgasm.
Dewayne’s grunt and shout followed mine, and I smiled at the knowledge that he’d enjoyed watching me that much.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking ruin me,” he said in a low whisper.
I was breathing hard and didn’t respond. The embarrassment that had left me when I had gotten so worked up came back. The knowledge that he had gotten off too helped marginally. At least I hadn’t been alone in that.
“Tomorrow we’re just friends,” he reminded me, and although I knew that, hearing him say it hurt. It hurt bad. Because all I could think about now was doing that for real. He apparently wasn’t thinking the same thing.
“Right,” I agreed.