Page 132 of The Devil's Fire

extra work with your busy ass.

Damiano: I’m never too busy when

it comes to you.

Speaking of ass, I miss looking at yours.

Touching it too…

Althaia: Getting blue balls already?

Damiano: Been having them ever since you left.

Those damn pictures you sent didn’t make it better.

I’m warning you – when you return,

will make sure you won’t be able to walk

for a week when I’m done burying

myself deep inside of you.

I sat down on my bed, and I bit my lip a little as I squeezed my thighs together. I knew I would miss him terribly, but I didn’t exactly think of how… desperate I also would be to feel our bodies move against each other.

Every night, before I went to sleep, I would talk to him, and my body would burn with a desire to listen to his deep voice. I also never thought I would be the type to send vulgar pictures of myself.

At first, it was only one picture; a teasing one where I was in bed, in my red lace nightgown, and took a picture of my body posing a bit seductively and sent it to him. His reaction was priceless when he called me right away, demanding to FaceTime him and give him a show.

Althaia: I look forward to being on top of you.

To feel you deep like that…

Damiano: Fucking hell, Althaia.

I’m in a meeting.

Althaia: Aw, too bad.

I was about to send you a picture

of my tits as a thank you.

Damiano: Fuck the meeting, send the picture.

I let out a laugh at his text and stopped my flirting to let him be at his meeting in peace.

Althaia: Too late.

Talk to you later ;p

Damiano: You deserve to be punished

for being such a tease.

I chuckled andlet out a blissful sigh. Words couldn’t describe how happy he was making me.

“I have something to tell you.” My mother smiled after we ordered our food.

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