“Nothing, panty thief.”
It’s crazy how we’re able to jump straight into our old ways, as if we haven’t spent any time apart.
“Speaking of panties, I still have a pair.” I hear him shuffling on the other side of the phone. “Right in my hand.” I hear him take an inhale.
“Worth…”
“Mya…” he echoes. “Touch yourself for me, pretty girl. Let me hear how much you’ve missed me. Please. I need it.”
Worth Miller begging will never get old.
I relent, knowing I can’t deny this man anything when he says please.
Reaching down between my legs, I rub a circle on my clit and hiss into the phone. A few more strokes and I’m panting, my orgasm already coiling tight.
“Fuck, Mya. You sound so good,” Worth says, groaning. “I’m rubbing my cock with your panties, thinking about how tight your cunt always feels around me.”
His words sear through me, pleasure rippling down my spine. My whole body tingles, aching to actually feel Worth’s hands on me.
Worth makes a low, whimpering sound. I can hear his hand rubbing up and down his shaft. It’s downright filthy, and I’m loving every second.
“Slip a finger inside that sweet pussy, baby. No. Two. And let me hear how wet you are for me.”
I do as I’m told, easing in my index and middle fingers, and crook them upwards to hit the perfect spot, using my other hand to continue flicking my clit. I can hear my arousal loud and clear.
“Oh,God. I’m getting close. I-I don’t know if I can… hold it,” I moan, struggling to get the words out. I’m frantic, rubbing my center as if it’s a matter of life or death.
I’ve masturbated since the last time Worth and I were together, but nothing compares to touching myself with his voice guiding me in my ear.
“I’m right there too, pretty girl. I wish I could taste you,” he growls. “Let go for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”
After several seconds of working myself to the brink of explosion, I come, seeing stars and screaming Worth’s name in a plea.
He follows suit, grunting loudly on the line, saying my name over and over like a prayer.
“Shit. I made a mess of your panties, baby,” he chuckles. “Check your phone.”
I take the phone off my ear and see a notification. When I open it, my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
It’s a photo of Worth’s still-hard cock wrapped in my thong, coated with his cum.
I stare at the picture for an embarrassingly long time.
“Mya?” Worth sounds amused.
“Uh—yeah. Wow. That’s…”
“Hot,” he supplies.
I giggle. “Yeah. I think so too. And unexpected.”
“But very much needed.”
As much as I want to stay in this little bubble, I have to pop it. “This doesn’t change anything, though.”
I hear the smile fade from his voice. “I know. Let’s just enjoy it for now.”
“Okay. Just for now.”