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Trevor doesn’t like not knowing what I’m doing when he’s not around. His imagination has a habit of running in ugly directions if you give it the chance.

So he made a rule.

When I was out of town, if I got turned on and needed relief, he had to be on the other end of the phone. Every time. No exceptions. No secrets. Nothing left for his spiralling imagination to fill in.

At first, he’d actually been the one to suggest the toys.

Trevor liked the idea of them. Thought they were better than me getting lonely and inviting some stranger into my bed. Better than some other pair of hands touching what belonged to him.

I’d use a dildo to fuck myself, and he’d talk me through it in that rough voice of his, the words starting to falter as he lost his mind right along with me.

For a while, it seemed enough to settle him.

But Trevor’s mind is a restless place.

By the end of one particularly long business trip, he’d started sounding suspicious again.

Not of another man.

Of the toy.

Somewhere between one phone call and the next, Trevor decided my dildo might be competition.

He paced the trailer, muttering under his breath, fists tightening and loosening as he worked himself into a quiet, simmering rage at the thought of me writhing in a bed without him.

Trevor knows exactly how I sound when I get close. He’s heard it enough times—not just through the phone, but when he’s had me pinned into a mattress beneath him, feeling every tremor run through me. He could hear it right there in his head: my voice going soft and loose at the edges, the words slipping apart as shivers of pleasure run down my spine.

He could picture it too easily.

My back arching up off the bed. My hands tangled in the sheets. Those quiet, helpless little sounds I can’t quite keep inside…

For a moment, the memory of it almost stirred something in him, his crooked mouth twitching into the faintest smile.

Then it hit him all over again.

Those sounds spilling out of me—the ones he knows by heart—being pulled out of me by something else. Something hitting me just right, like a lover who knows exactly what I need.

Something that wasn’t him.

Instead it was this… thing. Plastic. Patient. Reliable. Doing his job while he was stuck out there pacing holes into the trailer floor.

What if I wanted to keep using it when I got back to Sandy Shores?

What if I started using it in secret?

What if I was already using it in secret?

And worse still…

What if that dildo was the reason I finally decided he wasn’t enough? What if I started looking for someone else. Another man to wrap my legs around while he fucked me, pulling those same sounds out of my throat like they belonged to him.

Suddenly, Trevor felt like he’d been punched in the ribs.

With a growl, he hurled his phone across the room, the rage bursting out of him in a hot flash of red.

He barely noticed where it landed. He was already pacing again, hands dragging through his hair, breathing hard as the thoughts kept coming.

And they were getting uglier by the second.

He needed a plan. Because the next time I came home to him, Trevor intended to make damn sure I stayed his.

*** The moment I walked in, I could tell Trevor was far too pleased with himself.

He was always excited when I came back to him, but this was something else entirely. There was a restless energy in him, the mischief practically radiating out.

He barely let me step inside before grabbing my wrist and hauling me down the narrow hallway towards the bedroom, my suitcase abandoned by the door.

Then he proudly showed me what he’d done.

I actually laughed at first, startled by it. Maybe a little embarrassed, too.

But when I looked back at him again, biting my lip nervously, I realized I shouldn’t have been surprised at all. Trevor was watching me with that intense, painfully earnest look he got when he thought he’d done something important for me.

And like always, beneath all the madness of it, I knew I could trust him.

He’d had my very own toys made for me, moulded from what must have been one of his more impressive erections. I recognized his cock immediately—I hadn’t stopped thinking about the next time I’d get to wrap my hands around the real thing. The rubber captured every ridge and vein, the blunt weight of the head, thick and short but heavy, just like his.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as it hit me all at once what it meant, how badly he wanted me to feel him inside me. And I needed it too.

My breathing was already turning shallow as my eyes flicked between them, laid out on the bed and waiting for me. The sight alone was enough to make my body start aching for them.

It didn’t take long for Trevor to fuel that ache until it burned. Soon he had me on my back, my body worked into a throbbing, restless arousal under the press of his skin and mouth after so long apart.

He’d taken his time to make sure I was ready for him, dragging it out, slow and thorough, with a carefulness that always felt so at odds with the rest of him.

He used one of the dildos as a butt plug for me, working it gently there while he drove his real cock into my pussy. He fucked me deep but steady at first, until it wasn’t enough for either of us. Until we started pulling each other into something rougher, more desperate.

The feeling of Trevor taking me like that was overwhelming, the intensity of it almost too much to hold. Knowing it was him—and him alone—stretching me out and filling both holes had me helplessly moaning his name.

When he reached for the second, untouched dildo and guided it towards my mouth, my muscles fluttered and clenched at the sound of him groaning—like he could feel every part of me through it. He rocked it slowly between my lips, his rough sounds melting into softer, needier whimpers as he watched me take it so eagerly.

I felt thoroughly fucked—Trevor’s cock filling every inch of me, the eye contact we held lingering, heavy and burning, like he wasn’t just watching me, but sharing it with me, feeling every second just as deeply.

My body arched into him, still desperate to be closer despite the way he already filled my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I made sure my tongue explored every ridge and crevice of the dildo he was feeding between my lips. He was starting to lose control—each uneven thrust making me choke and gag—but I took it greedily, needing to please him.

The only thing that mattered was making him happy.

I could feel Trevor throbbing inside me, his thick head slamming into my swollen core so perfectly it made my whole body shake. He knew I couldn’t feel anything but him—his desire, the drag of every vein of his cock, matched in every ridge of the toys. He knew I was right on the edge from the sounds spilling out of me.

And I knew he was close, too.

His voice broke into rough, breathless rambling—half praise, half desperation—those messy declarations of love tumbling out of him like they always did when he was about to cum.

With one more brutal thrust against my G Spot, the orgasm ripped through me, dragging his with it as my needy pussy tightened and twitched around him.

We trembled together, hot skin soaking into each other as we clung tight, still chasing that closeness as the aftershocks rolled through us.

My body had been completely his to use; his cock completely mine to take.

We stayed fused together, neither of us ready to let go.

From that day on, I never needed to go without his cock again. I could feel him inside me no matter where I was—like he still had me claimed, even from a distance.

He’d made sure of that.

And for now, it was enough to settle Trevor’s mind again. Even with nothing but a phone line between us, he knew he couldn’t be replaced. Couldn’t be forgotten.

 Still his. Still mine.

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