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“Never,” I growl, ripping my shirt off over my head as I jog up the steps to the bedroom. “I’ve been out with Finn, handling some work shit.”
“Oh.” She yawns.
“Are you in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Are you naked?”
“Maybe.” The smile in her voice sets my veins on fire.
“Good.” I yank the zipper of my jeans down, wrapping one fist around my cock while I hit the button to switch from a voice call to a video call.
Her beautiful face fills the screen, illuminated by the bedside lamp in the bedroom at the condo. As promised, she’s naked, her blonde hair a halo around her.
“Prop your phone up, get on your knees, and ride your fingers until you’re screaming my name, Mila.”
“Roman,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.
“Now, baby. Don’t make me tell you again.” I squeeze my cock, working my fist up and down my shaft—torturing myself. I know damn well I won’t be coming tonight. Until I’m inside her, I’m not getting off again. But she will be.
Her eyes glimmer with a dangerous mix of anticipation and obedience as she complies, scrambling onto her knees. She props her phone up on the bedside table, angling it so I can see every inch of her gorgeous body. Her lush breasts bounce with her movements, sending jolts of need straight to my cock.
With an enticing smirk on those full lips, she lifts one hand to cup her breast, her thumb teasing her hard nipple. Her other hand trails down her stomach, dipping below the camera frame.
She's a fucking tease. She knows it, and she's using it against me.
“Adjust the camera and ride your fucking fingers, Mila," I growl, my gaze locked onto the screen, where I can see her hands moving rhythmically in and out of view. "Now."
She giggles, letting me know she knew exactly what she was doing when she positioned the camera, and then she leans forward, adjusting it. Her perfect cunt comes into view, the fingers of her other hand already hard at work.
Her giggle fades to a moan as she slips two fingers inside her tight little hole. My cock throbs in my hand. The sight is too much. I push down my jeans down to give myself more room.
"One more," I demand, my voice harsher than before—needier. “Slip one more finger into that tight little body. I know you can take it.”
Her brows furrow in hesitation before she bites hard on her lower lip and obeys.
She gasps at the stretch, her head falling back as she begins to move faster. A wave of satisfaction washes over me at the sight of her pleasuring herself for me—following every command. I might not be there with her tonight, but I’m damn well certain she knows who’s making her feel this way.
Each whimper from her lips pushes me further into a state of agony and ecstasy. I stroke myself in time with the rhythm of her fingers, watching her writhe and moan. But this isn't enough—I need more. I want more.
"Say my name," I command, my grip tightening around myself as I watch the woman I've loved for years push herself closer to the edge. "Let me hear you, Mila.”
Her eyes flutter open at my command, glazed over with pleasure and a hint of something wild. She's teetering on the edge, so close to falling.
"Roman." My name falls from her lips like a prayer, making my cock twitch with anticipation.
"Louder," I growl, unable to help myself. I want to hear it, loud and clear—the declaration of what she wants—who she needs.
"Roman," she cries out this time, louder, bolder, driving me insane. She writhes restlessly as she continues to plunge her fingers into her tight pussy. "Oh God, Roman." Her green eyes are wide and pleading as she pants. "I need you inside me so bad!"
My heart stutters at her admission, a surge of possessiveness engulfing me. I can't fucking stand not being there with her. Not when she's begging for me like this.
“Christ!" I hiss through clenched teeth. "I wish I was there, Mila. You’d be coming all over my cock right now if I were." My hand flies up and down my cock as I imagine being buried deep inside her instead of watching from afar.
"I can't…I'm so close. Roman," she sobs, her body arching off the bed. The sight is breathtaking—her flushed skin in stark contrast to the red sheets twisted beneath her writhing body.
"Then come for me. Come all over that pretty little hand for me, Mila," I croon.
