Keller leans forward, his large frame looming over me, the angle changing, as he lowers the top of my tank with his teeth and proceeds to kiss every accessible inch of my chest. The hand not holding my phone moves to lower the cup of my bra, so he can bring his lips to my nipple. Then, instinctively, I slide my fingers over his soft dark blond hair.

Oh, fuck, fuck, that’s it. I’m going to come and there’s no way I can stay silent. I can’t. Desperately, I move my thumb over the screen, reaching the mute button just in time, as I throw my head back and scream, feeling hot, thick liquid slide out of me, onto his fingers again. He doesn’t stop moving, my walls squeezing his fingers, his cock.

Keller grunts, fingers digging into my ass as he pounds it.

Lily keeps talking but I can no longer hear a word over my moans.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers at my tits. “Such an eager cum dumpster. You’re milking my cock so hard, Claire.”

He’s insulting and derogative and I don’t care as long as he keeps going. Given the fact that I just lost it, I should be completely sated, but he kept going, and I always want more, more, more!

“Claire, Claire?” I hear, faintly. “I think the line went out. Anyway, chat tomorrow, yeah? So glad it’s all sorted for you.”

Almost. So close.

Keller’s mouth moves to my throat, my neck, and then, he’s kissing me.

It’s not the first time. He kissed me Saturday. He’s even kissed me while fingering me. But there’s something different to being kissed with a cock drilling my ass, his naked body flush against my mostly bare skin. It’s hot, lewd, and if it never stopped, I’d die happy.

“Please,” I beg him.

I know what I want. I distinctly visualize what I am dying for. His cock filling my pussy, pounding it just like this. But how could I say that? How could I want that? It makes no sense.

“Please,” I sob, begging him to understand.

If he does, he doesn’t act on it. He continues thrusting in my ass, and finally, with one last push forward, floods it with warmth.

I cry.

“You’re so very close,” he assures me. “I should have brought your toys here. You like your wand, don’t you? You want it right here.” He presses my clit.

He’s wrong. It’s not the wand I need.

He sits back on his heels, lifting my hips almost to his face level, my ass in the air.

“I think you need another finger in here. But I could damage that precious hymen you’re saving for what’s-his-face if I filled you more.”