Fragile Crystal: Rubies and Rivalries (The Crystal Fragments Trilogy) by M. J. Lawless

legs, her lips were opening up and she could feel a trickle of her juices flooding down towards the sheet.
    “That’s it, bad girl... Fuck. Now stroke... stroke along your pussy. Finger it.”
    “Yes,” another whisper. “Yes, sir.”
    Her nimble digit began to stroke the unfurling labia again, and when she came to the top of her sex she gently slapped her clitoris, creating a buzz that shot through her abdomen.
    “Oh God,” she moaned. “So fucking want you.”
    “So fucking want you sir !” he growled. “Slip your finger in, then pull it out and lick it... taste it.”
    She did as commanded, and when she placed the finger in her mouth she rolled her tongue around it, sloppy and covered with saliva.
    “How does it taste?”
    “Salty, warm... fuck. Mmm... not just what I want to taste now. Want your cock in my mouth... fuck!”
    “I’m so hard—God! So hard!”
    “Yes, for me!”
    Her hand dipped to between her thighs again, and when he told her to insert two, then three fingers, she complied eagerly. Pressing her chin to her neck, she could clamp the phone next to her ear, leaving her other hand free to begin rubbing her clitoris as she masturbated inside the hot, sticky walls of her vagina.
    “If you could see how hard... how hard I am,” he gasped to her. “Fuck! Want you! Need... need you.”
    “And I need you.”
    “Finger your asshole for me, then your cunt. Go on. Do it!”
    “Yes!” she moaned. It had been too long since he had played with her anally, but she enjoyed stimulating herself this way from time to time. With the phone fallen onto the pillow beside her head, she could still hear him though more distant this time. His voice floated over her as one finger went inside her as she rubbed her clit harder, faster. Then she inserted a second, feeling the soft flesh of her sphincter closing around the pair of digits. Manipulating herself, her knuckles were still sticky from where she had thrust them into her sex and still her wetness continued to pour between her open thighs.
    While she masturbated, she could hear him grunting commands, gasping as his own orgasm drew closer and closer. “Close... fuck! Close!” she heard him cry. “Cum! Cum for me!”
    “Yes, sir! Yes! Oh Christ! Fuck, yes.” Her fingers were moving faster and faster now, and from time to time she would slap her sex as her other hand pumped herself. When her own orgasm built up, tremors ran along her legs and her thighs went into spasm, lifting up and her feet flexing, one painfully though she no longer cared. Her scream was more of pleasure than pain, and she simply held herself, hearing him shout from the phone as he ejaculated so many miles away.
    “That was just what I needed,” he told her when she had begun to settle down again. Her fingers were still slick and sticky, and she stared in faint amusement at the traces they left on the screen of her phone.
    “If you could see what a mess you made of me here,” she told him, “you’d just have to punish me all over again.”
    “I would punish you again and again and again,” he whispered. “All night long. And each time you’d ask for more.”
    She smiled at this. Her body was easy, contented, all but for one tiny thought that hovered at the back of her mind. “Am I the best?” she asked.
    “Of course, how can you ask that?”
    “Hmm... let me see. I’m head over heels in love with the richest man I’ve ever known, who also happens to be drop-dead gorgeous...”
    “...with a face covered in scars....”
    Ignoring him, Kris continued, “...and the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, well, in real life anyway. Certainly the biggest cock I’ve ever felt . And he leads a vital and exciting life, and I’m not there. That’s how come I can ask that.”
    “I wanted you here with me, remember.” His voice was quiet, almost shy for a moment, and Kris felt ashamed of herself for pressing the issue, yet she could not help herself.
    “I don’t know what you see