Archer
I put her on loud speaker and take a photo of my cock, which is now as hard as steel. And then I send it to her.
I hear the beeps on the other end and then the gasp as she opens up the file, followed by a soft moan. “Do you like that, baby?”
I hear her swallow. “Yes,” she says, her breathing laboring.
“Are you touching yourself like a good girl?”
“Yes, and it feels so good.”
I groan and tighten my grasp on my shaft. “Send me a picture.”
Adrianna hesitates for a second. “Okay, one moment.”
I can hear her fumbling around on the phone, and then the snap of her camera. My cock is throbbing in anticipation as I wait for her photo. It appears that getting her into that classroom and making her come has increased her willingness to play this game with me. Which means once she’s back on campus, I’m going to take her virginity.
“Sent,” she says, sounding almost embarrassed.
My phone dings and I open the video message, my cock pulsing at the sight of Adrianna completely fucking naked. She’s taken the photo so that I can see her beautiful breasts, stomach and her fingers thrusting into her tight little cunt.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, quickening my thrusts. “I wish my cock was between those perfect fucking thighs of yours.
She moans.
“I’d fuck you all damn night and make you come so many times you wouldn’t even remember your own name.”
“That’s not going to happen still, just so you know.”
I smirk, as it’s going to happen one way or another. Adrianna has more in common with me than she might think. She’s betrayed her family and I know it. I had a PI follow her in Mexico, and he found out some rather damning information about her. If she won’t get into my bed willingly, she will to keep this information buried.
“You can tell yourself that, baby, but you are already addicted to this.” I send another photo, but this time with my shirt pulled up so she can see my abs.
Her moan tells me all I need to know.
“You like that, don’t you?”
She groans. “Maybe.”
“Tell me how wet you are right now,” I demand.
“Soaking wet,” she says.
“Show me. Take a photo of your fingers.”
She fumbles again and then I hear the snap before my phone beeps.
I almost shoot my load at the sight of her fingers glistening with arousal. “Fuck, you are soaking wet.”
“I told you I was,” she says, her voice breathless.
Perhaps she feels less touchable over the phone, but she’s being infinitely more willing than she’s been before I made her come. Hopefully, I won’t have to use the information I have against her if this is anything to go by.
“I want you to make your pretty little cunt come for me, baby girl,” I say, fisting myself harder. “Imagine how good it would feel if I was buried deep inside of you right now, fucking you hard and fast and quenching that ache that you feel right now.”
“Who says I feel an ache?” she asks, sounding a little defiant again.
“I know you do. I know you are gagging for my cock.”
She moans again and I can hear her fingers making a wet sound as they plunge in and out of her pussy.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.” My release is rushing at me fast. “I want you to come for me. Can you do that, baby girl?”
“Fuck, yes.” Her breathing becomes more rapid, warning me she’s close. “Oh God, Archer.”
Hearing her say my name like that drives me crazy. “That’s right, baby girl. Come for me. I want you to soak your bedsheets for me while I shoot every drop of my cum over my abs.”
She screams then, but it’s muffled by something. Perhaps a pillow, as she doesn’t want people to hear.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as my release hits me, and I come over my abs. My cock still throbbing. “I want you to send me a photo of the mess you’ve made.”
The sound of her taking a photo follows and then it dings, and I open it up, groaning at the wet patch on her bedsheets. “Fuck, you are so perfect, Adrianna.”
I take a photo of my cum splattered abs and send it to her. “I should have bred that perfect little cunt with my seed.”
She moans again at my dirty talk. “You are filthy, Coach.”
“And you love it.”
“I meant what I said. This changes nothing. I won’t be having sex with you.”
I chuckle. “Believe me, you will.”
She grunts in frustration. “No.”
“See you in four days, Vasquez.” I end the call, but quickly the elation of having her so willing for me eases and reality comes rushing back in.
I killed Angela Carmichael, the wife of a fucking mafia leader. It’s insane, and it’s impossible to wipe those bloody images from my mind. Desperately, I try to cling onto the conversation with Adrianna, but I know it’s not enough.
Instead, I take a long swig of whiskey, knowing that I’ll finish the bottle and it still won’t be enough to erase the images from my mind. Only time will do that.