Page 113 of Puck Love

“He’s happy to see you, but he’d be happier if you were here right now.” I sigh. “Slide your hand between your legs.” I stroke my cock. Yeah. I don’t think I have any more worries about not coming fast enough. I may even beat Miss Thirty Second Orgasmhere.

Stella does as I instruct and shifts on the bed so she’s lying on her side facing me. “Babe, you’re gonna need to turn around so I can see that perfect pink pussy straighton.”

“Oh no. I’m not doingthat.”

“Come on, what happened to ‘I’m game if youare?’”

“Well, I didn’t mean I’d hold the damn phone in front of my vagina. I justmeant—”

“Come on, I’m all out here. I’m not hiding. Please?” I beg, because it can’t hurt. “Please,country?”

“Okay.” She shifts and opens her legs, and there it is—her pussy. Slick, smooth, and as perfect as Iremember.

“Goddamn, woman,” Igroan.

“Are you almostthere?”

“Yeah.”

Her laughter fills my ears. “Wow, you must really missme.”

“So fucking much.” I jack itfaster.

“What would you do if you werehere?”

God, is she kidding me? She wants me to talk dirty when the sight of her practically renders me stupid? I let out a ragged breath and say, “I’d slide off the bed, put my mouth on that sweet pussy, and eat you out until youcame.”

“Oh.” She moans. Her fingers glide up and down the length of her delectable cunt. “Andthen?”

“And then, when your legs were shaking, I’d climb up on the mattress, spread your thighs, and plunge myself inside you so hard you’d seestars.”

“Van, I think I’m close to that already,” she breathes, focusing her attention on herclit.

“No, you’ve never seen stars like these. And just when you were ready to explode, I’d pull out, slide off the bed, and fuck you with my mouth until you begged me to make you comeagain.”

“And then?” she moans. A blush sweeps over her face and chest, and I know she’s close. “And then, Van? Whatnext?”

“And then I’d slip back inside, slowly this time, giving you time to adjust to my huge cock. You’d dig your nails into my back as I pistoned my hips and my balls slapped against yourass.”

“Oh, Van, oh, god, I’mcoming.”

“Me too,” I hiss into the speaker. “Jesus, country, keep moaning like that. Stella, fuck. I wanna marry you,baby.”

Come shoots out the end of my cock, spraying the wall and the cistern, but at that very moment as I’m roaring my orgasm like a goddamned lion, the bathroom door opens and my coach shouts, “Jesus Christ,Ross.”

“Oh fuck!” I drop my damn phone. I wait for the sound of the glass shattering, but it doesn’t come, because it hasn’t fallen on the floor. It’s in the toilet, swilling around in some other asshole’s piss. The screen turns pitch black.Shit. I just proposed to my superstar girlfriend in a seedy bathroom toilet while I was whacking the monkey, and now I have no idea what her response was because my phone is sitting in the bottom of a bowl full of someone else’s urine. My dick is slowly leaking come and flopping all around the outside of my pants like a sad elephant trunk, and the icing on the really shitty cake that is my life means my coach just heard itall.

Fuck mylife.