My Second Chance at Love

Daily hell

Emma’s POV…

It’s Thursday. Every single day I’ve woken up to Andrew. He’s called three to five minutes before my alarm to tell me I’m beautiful and worthy of a good man. This morning he told me that everyday he strives to be that man. I love my morning wake up calls. Honestly as hard as I’m trying not to, I love him. I really do. We’ve been doing this phone s**t for two weeks and he’s wormed his way into my heart and I honest to god love him.

Unfortunately, every single day this week I’ve gotten an onslaught of hateful texts from Rob. Mostly name calling but it’s a daily roller coaster. I’m on a high from Andrew and his sweet self then there’s Rob being an absolute jackass bringing me down every single day. Each day I detail the issues to Andrew. I feel like since he’s involved, he should know.

I’m getting dressed and Andrew FaceTimes me.

“Hey!”

“Hey gorgeous I hate to screw up your day. What’s Rob’s number?” There’s anxiety rolling off him in waves.

“Ummmm,” I slowly tell him, “why?”

“I figured it was.”

“Andrew, what’s going on?”

“Emma, call Verizon during your planning period and add yourself to my plan. You can keep your number or change it. I got a text from a number about ten minutes ago asking if I’d given you a wake up call yet.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah babe. He’s pulled phone records. I’ve got a friend at Verizon. I’ve already called him. He’s gonna be there at 8 and will be expecting your call around 9:15.”

“Andrew, I’m not sure I want to be on your plan.”

“Emma, I asked. If you have a stand alone plan, you’ll need $200 down. Baby just add onto mine. You can pay it every month. I don’t care. It’s gonna be $40 extra a month. I pay out the ass for mine so yours is next to nothing.”

“I’ll call. Oh god he’s texting me now!”

“F**k Emma. What’s he saying?”

“Did your boy toy call you yet? I know y’all talk every morning. I have access to phone records Emma. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a whore.” I read Rob’s text straight to Andrew.

“Emma, call Verizon. I’m gonna take care of this.” I can see the anger vibrating off him.

“Okay. I’ll call. The account we have is in Rob’s name but my number is mine. I transferred it from my parents’ account. I should be able to transfer it out.”

I can see him visibly relax.

“Emma, there’s a Verizon at the mall. Go there after work and they should have all the paperwork done. My buddy is gonna email it all to me. I’ll sign it here and email it back. After you call, it’s gonna go fast. You may not have a phone from about 10 until you get to the mall. Okay?”

“You’re serious? You really don’t mind?”

“Emma, I told you Monday that I had you. I meant it. Baby I’ve got you. I swear even from nine hours away, I’ve got your back. What you face, we face together. You hear?”

I just smile at him and blow him a kiss.

“Why are you so good to me, mister?”

I walk to my closet because when he called I sat down. This conversation took about six minutes and I’ve got to get dressed. I’m in my sleep shirt and nothing else.

“Want a preview Andrew?”

My hair is wavy and looks really good today and my makeup is smokey but professional.

“Damn girl always. Show me.”

I pull my shirt off and am standing naked. I flip the camera so he has a good view.

“F**k Emma,” it came out as a praise not a curse. “Let me watch you get dressed. I miss it.”

“Okay.” I run my hand down my body twisting my n****e on the way then I bury it between my thighs. I hear him hiss.

“Emma, get dressed. I can’t make another bet. I’ve got five and a half more days after today until I head your way. I’ll be inside you Wednesday night and Thursday morning of next week.”

I just smirk at him and plunge my hand again. “Yes sir. Whatever you say.” Then I pull my hand away and step away from the mirror. I’m going to get clothes with intentions of bringing them back to the mirror to get dressed. He’s groaning.

“No Emma. Please go back. Do whatever you want. Don’t take my view from me!”

I flip the camera so he can see my smile. I know it’s evil. “All in due time. All in due time.”

I grab some pink silk panties and a matching bra. I step to the mirror, turn the camera, and slowly pull my panties on.

I hear him moaning as if he can feel my legs.

I put my arms into my bra straps, hook it, then tilt forward to shake my breasts into position in the cups.

“F**k! Do that again, Emma.”

I just giggle and shimmy my breasts again. I pull one cup down so a n****e is peeking out the turn the phone to a front facing camera. I align it so the camera is filled with my peek a boo breast while I go in search for my clothing. I’m gonna wear my loose skirt and a form fitting, long sleeve shirt.

He’s biting his lip staring a hole in his phone.

“Andrew, how’s the view?”

“Sexy as all hell.”

“Hmmm. Good. Are you hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me.”

“Emma, I want to f**k you. If I get it out I’m gonna have to jerk off and I have twelve minutes before I have to be in the truck.”

“I said show me.”

“Yes ma’am.” And I hear the tell tale noises of his belt and jeans. Then I see his glorious d**k. It’s almost purple he’s so hard.

“Mmmmmm I bet your balls are heavy. I’d roll them and lick them for you. You know that right?”

“Oh god Emma.” The tip of his d**k is now wet.

”Stroke it for me, Andrew.” I honestly don’t give a s**t if I’m five minutes late at this point. I’ve got to get him off and I’ve got to get off.

I see his hand stroke himself and the moisture on the tip of his d**k is no longer a bead. It’s a large droplet and it’s rolling down. I want to lick him. I go stand in front of my jewelry box mirror and turn my camera so he has a full view. His breathing tells me that he sees.

I spread my legs and begin to rub my soaked entrance. The wetness is loud and I know he can hear it.

“Oh god Emma you’re so wet for me. I wanna bite your c**t and lick your p***y.” I moan loudly and twist my c**t. I’m not gonna be long. I look at his d**k and see that he’s thickened and is pulsing. He won’t be long either.

“Baby I want you to come for me. Andrew I want you to come. Show me how hot I make you. Remind me that I’m enough.”

“You’ve always been enough. Come for me. Show me how bad your p***y wants my d**k. Does it miss me?”

I’m coming and I look and so is he. We’re both groaning in ecstasy. If only he knew that I had a short but strong orgasm because all my p***y wants is him, he’d love it. He’d love knowing that the only way I’m boneless is when he gets me there. I grab a towel and quickly wipe up then get dressed. When I’m done he’s up and dressed too.

“Damn Emma, that didn’t rock your world did it? Otherwise you’d still be speaking your nonsense in a heap on the bed.” He winks at me. Damn. He knows.

“Well I’ll have you know, I save all nonsensical speaking for you Mr. Miller.” I blow him an air kiss and am halfway down the stairs. I’m gathering stuff up and am quickly out the door.

“Yeah that’s right. I’m the only one who can get you to nonsense level. Remember that sexy ass. Also, I like that damn skirt too. You look so damn sexy.”

We say our goodbyes once I’m in my car and I head to work.