Page 133 of Marcello

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to make me come with you inside me?”

I pictured her legs trembling the other night. “Fuck yes I am.”

She moaned again, her voice quivering, and I could imagine her fingers sliding over her clit.

“What do YOU want?” I asked.

There was a long pause…

And then she said shyly, “I want to suck your cock.”

I groaned as I kept stroking my shaft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve never sucked a guy off before… and I want to know what it feels like to have your big, thick cock in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck…”

“I want to feel it on my tongue… I want to lick you up and down like an ice cream cone…” She became more uninhibited the more turned on she became. “I want to suck you so good that you come in my mouth… I want to suck every drop out of your big, beautiful cock…”

“Oh baby – please, let’s FaceTime and let me see you – ”

“Noooo!” she half-whispered, half-laughed.

“PLEASE,” I groaned as my hand moved up and down my cock.

There was a long pause.

“…can I see you come?” she asked.

“YES. Yes, anything you WANT.”

Another long pause.

Then…

“…alright… hold on…”

The phone suddenly showed a notification that she was video-calling me.

I answered, and there was her gorgeous face, flushed and smiling. Behind her was an ornate bathroom that looked like the Four Seasons.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “It’s so good to see you…”

She grinned, then bit her lip, driving me wild. “You, too. But we’ve got to be quiet.”

“Okay – anything you say.”

“Get naked and show me EVERYTHING.”

I stripped down as fast as I could and hopped into bed.

“Show me your chest,” she commanded.

I panned the phone over my upper body.

“Now show me your six-pack.”