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I finish telling Ryder about my shift, and I know after this small talk, we’re both itching to take this FaceTime to another level.

Even on a screen, I can feel Ryder’s presence through my entire body.

We’re going to see each other in a few days, and yet from the way he’s looking at me and the captivating, charming drawl in his tone, I know he’s up to no good.

“You in your bed?” he drawls, and it’s apparent he’s in his.

He’s not smirking or grinning; instead, his eyes look glazed.

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice sounding throaty and desperate.

My hand begs to slide down my body, but I wait to see where exactly he’s going to take this call.

“You been thinking about me at all, Brat?” He pauses.

“And remember, don’t try to lie.”

“Yeah, I have,” I whisper, not even trying to fight it.

“A lot.”

He drags in a breath, his neck stiffening before he swallows.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me, what was that slutty mind of yours imagining?”

I don’t even wait to see if he’s going to give me a command before I slide my hand down my stomach and push my fingers under my panties.

“Your cock mostly.” The words come out in a dull grumble.

He smirks, and then a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. Within seconds, the camera is turned, and the image of his hand gripping his steel cock flashes on the screen.

My mouth waters, and I moan just before he turns it back to his face.

“That cock, baby?” he grunts, and it’s obvious he’s stroking himself.

“My fat cock is what you’ve been imagining?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“If you were here … I’d tell you to fuck me, Ryder.”

He bites down on his lip, a bit of sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’d fuck you so hard that you’d feel like I was going to break you in half,” he growls.

“Bring those fingers to your slutty lips. Let me see you get them nice and wet before you finger-fuck yourself.”

Following directions like the greedy, horny girl that he’s making me, I lift my hand to my lips and hold two fingers to my mouth.

“Get them nice and soaked, just the way you’d soak my cock if you had the chance.”

I close my eyes, pretending my fingers are his cock, and I get them completely soaked, just the way I would do for him if he were here.

“Goddamn it. I love the way your lips wrap around my dick,” he says, groaning slightly.

“Feels so fucking good.”

Taking my fingers from my mouth, I move them back between my legs, and he hisses.

“Christ, Saylor. I can’t decide if I want the screen on your face while you fuck yourself or on that pretty pussy while you play with it and pretend it’s my cock.”

I decide right then that I won’t make him choose.

Sitting up abruptly, I set the phone on my nightstand and position my body in front of it.

“Fuuuck,” he hisses.

“Spread your legs wide, baby. Let me look at you.”

I eagerly do as told because I’ve never been more turned on than when Ryder Cambridge bosses me around when I’m naked.

My cock is like steel in my hand, and I pump as I stare at the screen.

Saylor is completely bare for me, her legs spread and her beautiful, dazed eyes staring me down as she plays with her pussy.

“Such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you, baby?” I practically groan the words.

“Always so eager to have my dick inside of you,” I grunt, stroking faster and imagining it’s her pussy wrapped around me.

“Yessss,” she hisses, her thumb suddenly rubbing circles against her throbbing clit.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and let me watch that pussy come?” My eyes are hooded with pure need, but I keep them cracked enough to watch the hottest show play out in front of me.

I’m a dude. I’ve watched porn.

None of those videos ever had my dick this hard though.

“I want to watch you come,” she whimpers.

“Please … let me see your dick explode.”

Holy fucking balls.

Speaking of balls, mine draw up simply from her filthy mouth.

“Will that make you come harder, darlin’?” I murmur.

“To watch me cover my hand in cum while I imagine I’m fucking that tight pussy of yours?”

“Yes,” she barely chokes out, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself.

“Please, show me.”

“Okay, baby, only because you asked nicely,” I groan before switching the camera to face my cock.

My palm slides with ease from the pre-cum that keeps leaking out, but I jerk myself harder and faster, until my body begins to quiver and warm cum erratically shoots from my dick, covering not only my hand, but my entire fucking abdomen.

The sounds of moans and cries come from Saylor’s mouth, and selfishly, I turn the phone so that I can watch as she comes on her fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I coo sweetly.

“Take what you need. Take it all.”

Her mouth hangs open, her eyebrows pull together, and her body shudders as she comes hard on her hand.

A few moments later, she pulls her hand from between her legs and grins.

Her grin turns into a bashful giggle, and she pulls the blanket up to her chest.

“Well then, that was hotter than any Pornhub shit I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, giving her a wink.

“That right there will be in my spank bank for a long-ass time.”

She puts her head down and looks away from me even though her shoulders shake with laughter.

“I’m going to go get dressed now, you filthy, dirty dawg. Call you back in five minutes?”

“Sounds good,” I drawl.

I feel like I just ran a marathon and have absolutely no ambition to get up out of bed.

“I know I’m irresistible, but try to keep your clothes on this time.”

“Yeah, okay,” she murmurs, shaking her head.

“I’m hanging up now, so go put your dick away. Five minutes!”

She ends the call, and instead of scrambling to get dressed, I lie here like a dumbass, a grin on my face the size of Texas.

All because that girl told me to put my dick away right after we had phone sex because that’s who she is.

She’s something—that’s for sure.