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“Jack, come on!” You whine, arms wrapping around his deliciously thick neck that you desperately wanted to sink your teeth into. You coyly tilted your head, trying your hardest to convince him to stay home with you. “It’s Saturday, why don’t you tell them something suddenly came up and you can't make it.”
Gazing at you with a longing stare that had the unnerving ability to absolve him of any sin he could commit against you, he tried to comfort you in the one way he could at the last minute. Jack checked the time on his watch and it only seemed to strengthen his resolve.
“I’m sorry baby doll but it’ll only be for a few hours–”
God , with a voice like his he could talk his way out of anything. He pressed a kiss so hard into your lips that all you wanted to do was melt into him. Pulling away, his southern drawl washes over you as it deepens with regret.
“–and I promise to beg for your forgiveness once I get back.”
This man makes every muscle in your body weak and pulse all for him. And he knew it. He gives you one last kiss before he opens the door and you purposefully deepen it, slipping your tongue in between his lips the way you know he likes. He practically moans into your mouth at that, not wanting to leave when you ask so prettily.
He leaves and you’re left on your own.
A few hours passed and as much as you tried to distract yourself with watching tv, cooking yourself some lunch, and taking some time to prepare for whenever Jack came home, you were so bored.
You missed your cowboy.
You rouse from your moping thoughts with the sound of a text message.
Jack : Hey sugar I know I said a few hours but I might not be home till late.
Jack : I promise I’ll make it up to you later.
He sends you a low angled selfie with that signature smirk and eyebrow lift he loves to do and you have to admit that he looks even better now than when he left. It only serves to make you miss him even more.
At first, you were disappointed. Not only were you now going to spend the day alone, but you were going to miss out on that promise of his you were really looking forward to experiencing. Instead of wasting your emotions, you decided you would let him make it up to you now .
You walk into the other room to find the pretty red lace set you had been saving for a special occasion. After his promise this morning, you knew today was the day to break it out. Of course, you wanted him to admire you in it when he’s on his knees with that pretty and desperate look in his eyes he gets after you’ve teased him for a few hours. But now that he isn't coming home, you’re going to make him suffer just a little.
So he would remember who he was dealing with.
You take a few pictures on your phone and make sure to pose in ways that accentuate every part of your body that Jack loved to worship for hours on end. You knew it would drive him wild and make him regret walking out the door this morning even more than he already did.
You : you can try and make it up to me now pretty boy
Jack : and how’d you figure I do that baby
You send him the photos with a satisfied click.
Jack : My god baby you’re prettier than all the moons and stars. Got every part of me standing at attention.
Jack : Tell me what you need from me baby...
You think long and hard about what your request could be. Phone sex seemed too predictable and almost too good of a reward for him.
You : Well I wanted you to come home and let me take care of you but I see that won’t be happening.
You : Guess I’ll have to take care of myself tonight.
Jack : You thinkin we could take care of this on a call?
You : No. You broke your promise cowboy.
You : Maybe I’ll just touch myself to a video of some other girl getting to ride her cowboy.
Flushed at your heated and honest confession you waited in anticipation for his response. He didn’t disappoint.
Jack : Give me a minute.
As soon as you sent that message he got an idea. Jack knew how you felt about watching things happen, whether it was getting fucked senseless in front of a mirror or sitting next to each other and pleasuring yourselves. This new idea made him throb and was that much easier to execute once he got going.
On your end, the suspense only added to your sexual frustration. Anything could be happening on the other side of the phone. Maybe Jack was packing up his stuff in a hurried manner and giving some bullshit excuse to get home and wreck you. You resist the throbbing urge to touch yourself and give your body some sort of relief that crossing and uncrossing your legs wasn’t giving you.
Then you got a video.
Jack : Consider this your own personalized video, sugar
You opened it and as soon as you pressed play your whole body was set ablaze.
There he was, your cowboy in that low angle that made you want to sink to your knees. Shirt unbuttoned, running his thick hand up and down his hard cock.
His breathy moans were enough to make your heart race and completely soak through your panties.
Jack continued pumping at an agonizingly slow pace, making a show for you and only you. He threw his head back moaning your name, squeezing his cock to hold off his pleasure. You could see the beads of sweat pooling at his neck that begin to drip down his chest.
You finally slide your hand between your legs, touching yourself almost in sync with Jack’s pace.
“ Fuuuuck baby. I wish you were here. I love feeling your pretty lips around my cock.”
He pumps up and down, not changing his pace, but the words that leave his lips scorch a path down to your clit. You’re so wet you slip two fingers easily inside your cunt. But it feels like nothing. Not when you’re thinking of how full you’d feel with him instead.
“I like watching you choke and try to take in more.”
He begins to pick up his pace and so do you. His words become slurred and with those low groans of his, you raise the volume on the video so that his obscene noises fill your senses.
“Fuck when I get home, I’ll fuck that pretty pussy of yours so good I’ll never leave home again.”
He raises his hips to meet his hand and with the way his breath hitched you knew he was close. All that was leaving his lips were fragments of your name over and over again until he came. Taking a few slow breaths, Jack regains his composure. Before ending the video, that cocky fuck looks right into the camera and gives you a nod before blowing you a kiss.
The video stopped but you continued pumping your fingers in and out of your throbbing cunt and rubbing your clit frantically with your other hand. You’re moaning Jack’s name as if he could hear you and force your legs to remain open while you cum, the same way he would.
After a few minutes pass, you compose yourself to finally respond to Jack.
You : Fuck baby that was so hot.
You : Made me so wet I made a mess…
Jack : Yeah?
Jack : Show me.
You : You can see when you get home
And with that, you knew Jack would be home sooner than you both thought.