Are you coming or what?
Coming or cumming? I send back.
The next picture I get from her is all it takes to have hot, sticky jets of cum shooting from my cock in huge spurts.
It’s a full on picture of Layla’s pussy, her fingers sliding inside.
“Fuck,” I grind out. “Layla.” My orgasm rips through me, but it’s not enough. I’m still rock hard. The only thing I need right now is to be deep inside of her.
Cleaning up quickly, I button my pants back up and grab my phone, calling her as I stride out of my office and lock the door behind me. Enough of this sexting shit. I need to hear her voice right the fuck now.
She answers with nothing but breathy pants.
“Layla,” I say. “I’m on my way. Don’t you fucking dare come without me.”
“Too late,” she moans, her words turning into a cry of pleasure that has me feeling slightly crazy.
I get in my car and tear off down the road. She’s still fucking coming. Holy hell.
“Jacob,” she sighs as she comes down from her orgasm, her voice raw from her screams, her heavy breathing urging me on. I’m going way too fast to be safe, but I don’t fucking care.
I need to be inside her. Five minutes ago.
“I told you not to come,” I growl.
She laughs. “I guess if you want to see me come then you’ll just have to make sure I have another orgasm when you get here.”
Now that’s a challenge I’m more than up to.
“Done,” I say. “What are you doing now?”
“I’m licking my cum off my fingers.”
Just. Fuck. I have no words. This woman has to be the most perfect creature I’ve ever met.
“How does it taste?” I croak out.
“Delicious,” she says, her voice low and husky.
“I plan on indulging in it all night long.”
“Promise?” Her voice breaks at the end of the word and she’s breathing faster again.
“Jesus Christ, woman, can’t you wait?”
She laughs. “Nope. I guess I’m a sex-crazed maniac. It’s a problem. I might need help from a sexpert.”
“It’s definitely not a problem. And I’m more than up for the challenge.”
“You better get here fast or you’re going to miss all the fun.” Her next words are lost in the sound of her moans again and the phone beeps three times, indicating the call has ended.
Such a fucking tease.
Then I’m there at her building. I think I made it through the streets of New York in record time. I leave my car on the street and toss my keys to the doorman along with a wad of cash. “Take care of it.”
I enter the elevator and punch the button repeatedly for her floor. The doors slide shut at a snail's pace, and I swear to all that is holy, if this elevator takes another fucking second I might lose my goddamn mind thinking about Layla up there all alone while I’m stuck in here.
Fucking finally, the doors slide open again, and then I’m at her door.