Page 50 of Resist Me Not


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I am hard-pressed to not stroke myself faster.

I meant it though. He is coming first.

“Slide your finger deep inside you now. Give it a little twirl. Then start pumping with it.” I hear the faint creaking of the bed. “Are you rocking your hips?”

“Y-yeah.”

“I can picture it. I bet you would suck your own cock if you could reach it right now.”

“Yes,” he admits with a shaky laugh.

“How’s that wet spot coming?”

“It’s soaked through… please.”

“How big?”

“Um, two quarters worth?”

“Not enough. Keep finger-fucking yourself, doctor. You can add a second if you want.”

“Please, Daddy… I’m going to burst if I can’t touch myself.”

I slow my own hand again orImight burst. “When that wet spot is a third quarter’s size, tell me.”

He whines. Andwhines. A little grunt tells me when he adds a second finger to ease the building pressure, but what a good boy he is, because I know he isn’t cheating. He wouldn’t lie to me. He will wait and tell me when it’s time.

I have to stop stroking entirely or I am going to come, so I just hold myself, listening to Walker’s panting and mewling pleas.

“Trey.”

“Is it big enough?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Go on. Stroke yourself to completion but keep your fingers inside you while you do.”

“Yes!Yes!”

“Describe the scene. Tell me everything.” I start to stroke myself again.

“I-I… I yanked my sweats to my ankles. My hips are up… fingers scissoring. I want it to be your hand on me, Trey… your cock in me. Fuck, Daddy, I’m—”

My hips stutter too. Just as I know Walker is releasing, I follow and catch all of the spillage with my fingers and palm so none of it gets on the inside of my pants or underwear.

Walker is panting, and I picture him sprawled on his bed now, spent and all debauched looking with his shirt hitched, sweats at his ankles, come staining his hand and stomach. And directed there all by his Daddy’s voice.

“Still miss me?” I ask, low and ragged.

“Fuck, yeah.” He chuckles again. “A lot actually. And you… really miss me?”

“Of course I do.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Well, a moment ago…”

“Besidesthat.”