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Authors: Audrey Carlan
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Flicking the little button teasingly the way Wes always did before he went to town.
Another text came in.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
I’m imagining your taste and stroking my cock thinking of you, of your pussy. Your cunt would be warm, sweet, and juicy like a peach off the tree. Remember how I’d cover as much of that tasty pussy as I could with my mouth and suck on you…
Oh fuck. His words lit a fire so hot it was burning through three thousand miles of space. I continued reading while pinching my clit, tugging on it, rocking my hips back and forth.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
Suck so hard you’d scream. And when you came, I’d start all over again. By the time I was done with you, your cunt would be crying to be filled. Is it that way now? Ready for my dick? I’ll bet it is. I know that greedy pussy. It wants to be jammed full of hard cock. Don’t be shy. Push two fingers in hard, sweetheart. Pretend it’s me thrusting into you that first time.
I couldn’t stop. It was as if I was a marionette and he the puppet master. I shoved two fingers in hard, just like he instructed and cried out at the small sting of the fast intrusion. The pain only lasted a second. It was just enough to trick my mind into thinking he’d entered me, except that two fingers were a very small comparison to Wes’s package. Right now, it would have to do.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
Do your fingers feel good sweetheart? Not as good as it would feel to have me there. Now thrust those fingers in and out. Take your other hand and pluck that little clit I love to nibble on. Fuck yourself until you come. Come for me, sweetheart.
I was helpless to resist. My fingers moved on autopilot, my mind using the images he’d conjured. Tingles broke out over my skin as a fine mist of sweat tickled the surface. Every pore gasped with the intensity of pleasure ripping through my system. Heat built until pleasure coiled low, spiraling from the center and out until nothing but sparks of multicolored lights blasted across my closed eyelids. As the orgasm took hold, its claws scratched and shredded along my nerves until the euphoric edge hit home and the release splintered through me.
A few more jerks, my hips arched off the bed, and the newly inked skin screamed in agony as the last dredges of bliss spiraled along each limb. I finally came down into a lifeless heap.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
You asleep?
I laughed at Wes’s last text.
To: Wes Channing
From: Mia Saunders
Sorry. You took me for quite the solo ride.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
I was right there with you, sweetheart. You weren’t alone. Came harder imagining you touching yourself thinking of me, than I have since Chicago.
And that’s all it took to pop the pristine little bubble of happiness he’d created for me.
Chicago.
That was the last time we’d been together physically. Three long months ago. Since then, I’d had a booty call with Alec and a month with Tai. All the while, he’d been with the sultry actress, the same one that all the celebrity mags were calling this year’s most beautiful woman alive. And my Wes was fucking her. Regularly. It was only a matter of time before he cut me loose. Maybe I should make it easier for him. Cut him loose first.
If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t know if I could cut off Wes forever. There was too much there. Things left unsaid and undone, all while attached with the weight of a promise for more. A promise I’m not sure either of us could keep for another six months. For such a short time with him, it felt like years of history sat between us.
I couldn’t do this over text. With a deep breath and a sigh I hit the “Call” button on my phone.
Wes answered, a sleepy timber to his voice. “Hey beautiful, I figured you’d be avoiding what happened between us for at least a week or two?” He chuckled, and the sexy
Another text came in.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
I’m imagining your taste and stroking my cock thinking of you, of your pussy. Your cunt would be warm, sweet, and juicy like a peach off the tree. Remember how I’d cover as much of that tasty pussy as I could with my mouth and suck on you…
Oh fuck. His words lit a fire so hot it was burning through three thousand miles of space. I continued reading while pinching my clit, tugging on it, rocking my hips back and forth.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
Suck so hard you’d scream. And when you came, I’d start all over again. By the time I was done with you, your cunt would be crying to be filled. Is it that way now? Ready for my dick? I’ll bet it is. I know that greedy pussy. It wants to be jammed full of hard cock. Don’t be shy. Push two fingers in hard, sweetheart. Pretend it’s me thrusting into you that first time.
I couldn’t stop. It was as if I was a marionette and he the puppet master. I shoved two fingers in hard, just like he instructed and cried out at the small sting of the fast intrusion. The pain only lasted a second. It was just enough to trick my mind into thinking he’d entered me, except that two fingers were a very small comparison to Wes’s package. Right now, it would have to do.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
Do your fingers feel good sweetheart? Not as good as it would feel to have me there. Now thrust those fingers in and out. Take your other hand and pluck that little clit I love to nibble on. Fuck yourself until you come. Come for me, sweetheart.
I was helpless to resist. My fingers moved on autopilot, my mind using the images he’d conjured. Tingles broke out over my skin as a fine mist of sweat tickled the surface. Every pore gasped with the intensity of pleasure ripping through my system. Heat built until pleasure coiled low, spiraling from the center and out until nothing but sparks of multicolored lights blasted across my closed eyelids. As the orgasm took hold, its claws scratched and shredded along my nerves until the euphoric edge hit home and the release splintered through me.
A few more jerks, my hips arched off the bed, and the newly inked skin screamed in agony as the last dredges of bliss spiraled along each limb. I finally came down into a lifeless heap.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
You asleep?
I laughed at Wes’s last text.
To: Wes Channing
From: Mia Saunders
Sorry. You took me for quite the solo ride.
To: Mia Saunders
From: Wes Channing
I was right there with you, sweetheart. You weren’t alone. Came harder imagining you touching yourself thinking of me, than I have since Chicago.
And that’s all it took to pop the pristine little bubble of happiness he’d created for me.
Chicago.
That was the last time we’d been together physically. Three long months ago. Since then, I’d had a booty call with Alec and a month with Tai. All the while, he’d been with the sultry actress, the same one that all the celebrity mags were calling this year’s most beautiful woman alive. And my Wes was fucking her. Regularly. It was only a matter of time before he cut me loose. Maybe I should make it easier for him. Cut him loose first.
If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t know if I could cut off Wes forever. There was too much there. Things left unsaid and undone, all while attached with the weight of a promise for more. A promise I’m not sure either of us could keep for another six months. For such a short time with him, it felt like years of history sat between us.
I couldn’t do this over text. With a deep breath and a sigh I hit the “Call” button on my phone.
Wes answered, a sleepy timber to his voice. “Hey beautiful, I figured you’d be avoiding what happened between us for at least a week or two?” He chuckled, and the sexy
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