DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Darrell

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Then she whispered, barely audible, “I have no idea what you’re talking shout

I laughed low, the sound rough in my throat. “Didn’t you watch the whole thing I’m were the you d

“I didn’t,” she said quickly and defensively.

“Then why’d you call me?” I shifted, spreading my thighs wider on the sofa. “I only asked you to call after the ending of

sex.

She gulped. Loud enough, I could picture her throat working, cheeks burning. My free hand drifted down pa through my sweats first, then slipping under the waistband. Already leaking. Fuck.

“So you did watch it to the end?” I asked, voice dropping.

“Yes, I did, but I didn’t touch myself,” she rushed out.

I almost laughed again but swallowed it, stroking once, slow, letting her hear the faint slick sound through the line. The said you touched yourself. I only asked if I made you come.” I paused, letting that sink in. “You keep outing yourself for whatever reason, Miss Sunday.”

She sighed softly, defeated, edged with something hotter. “What do you really want?”

I looked down at my lap. Cock thick and heavy in my fist now, yeins standing out, head shiny. I dragged my thumb over the slit, spreading precum in lazy circles. “Do you really want to know what I want?”

“I really want to know because you’re driving me crazy at this point! What’s up with you?!” Her voice cracked on the last word-half scream, half plea.

I scoffed. “Don’t blame me, lady. You caused this upon yourself.”

“I’m going to end the call since you have nothing relevant to talk about-

“How about you wanting to touch yourself again?” I cut in, calm, almost sweet. “I’ll teach you how to do it right.”

Silence.

“What are you talking about?” she breathed.

“You’re still horny, aren’t you?” I stroked faster. “You can’t get the video out of your head. Can’t stop seeing me in your mind. hitting that pussy so good, wishing it was yours.”

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said, her voice trembling like she was already halfway gone.

“Yeah, but don’t forget… you started this, Bella.” My grip tightened. “You started by hiding some lame camera in my office Wanted to seduce me. And not only that, you watched my private shit. Came on my unconsented recorded video sex tape.

He could hear her heart beating from the phone call-fast, erratic thumps that bled through the speaker, like she was pressed right against his chest instead of God-knows-where in her apartment.

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“Think about me guiding you to touch yourself?” I let my voice drop, lose and deserate should have to think about? You did it a few minutes agh, didn’t you?”

A tiny, broken sound escaped her like she’d tried to hold it back and failed

“My hand is right there now” she said quickly, almost tripping over the words, like she didn’t w argue or drag it out any longer

I grinned into the phone. “You’re soaked right now. Say it.”

“I’m soaked.” she whispered, so quiet I had to strain to hear it

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“Good fucking girl.” I let out a low groan, pumping harder. “Spread your legs. Right now. Wherever you are. Couch. Floor Bed. Don’t care. Just open them wide.”

Fabric rustled. A shaky exhale.

“Two fingers.” I told her. “Slide them down. Feel how wet you are. Then circle your clit slowly. Same rhythm Ian sang on myself. You hear that?” I angled the phone closer so she could catch every wet slide of my hand. “That’s what you do to cor

Her breath hitched sharply and needily.

“Tell me how it feels,” I ordered.

“Hot” she whimpered. “Slippery. L… I can’t think straight.”

“You don’t need to think.” I sped up, hips lifting off the cushion just a fraction. “Just listen to me. Imagine it’s my thick, rou fingers instead. Pressing right where you need it. Then imagine it’s my cock-pushing in slow at first, stretching you ill you’re gasping like you did just now.”

A soft, desperate moan filtered through the line.

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