Page 130 of Marcello

“How’s your delicate lady parts, by the way?”

“Sore.”

“Ouch,” I said with a wince. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Every time I move and it hurts a little, I think of you inside me.”

“Oh fuck…” I murmured.

I immediately started to get an erection.

“Are you getting hard from what I just said?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“Yes,” I said, my voice gravelly with lust.

“Take it out.”

“…what?”

“Unzip your pants and take it out,” she whispered.

“Wha– ”

“Just do it.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which was three-quarters fully erect.

“Okay,” I confirmed.

“Now I want you to do what you do when you stroke it.”

“Come over and you can do it yourself.”

“I can’t tonight.”

“Come on – ”

“I can’t,” she repeated. “Stroke it for me.”

I put my hand on my cock and started sliding it up and down the shaft.

It felt good, but my dick had tasted heaven last night. This was a piss-poor substitute.

“Are you doing it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you as long as you were last night?”

“Almost.”

“Is your cock as thick as it was?”

My breathing grew harder as I grew stiffer. “Yes.”

“Are you as hard as you were last night?”

“Nothing could make me as hard as seeing you naked,” I murmured.