Page 89 of Wild Card

Jessa: Close.

Remy: Ah, those rosy nipples. Tell me they’re hard.

Jessa: Of course they are. I’m almost certain when your cock is hard, you’ve done the same to my nipples.

Remy: Quit gabbing and send me the goods, Duchess.

I laughed, twisting so my back was nearly flat and did as I’d been told.

Remy: Good girl. Now I want that hungry finger on your clit.

Jessa: Already there.

Remy: I wish it was the tip of my cock. The only place in the world I want to be is inside of you.

Oh, how my heart trembled.

Jessa: But you just had me this afternoon.

Remy: Wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.

My fingertip dipped into my cunt and I used my own wetness to slick my clit. My trembling heart went faint.

Jessa: When you say things like that, you leave me soaked.

Remy: Prove it.

Another thing I’d never done—sent a man a photo of my cunt. But here I was, propping myself up in bed and tousling my damp hair, positioning my legs just so, squeezing my tits between my upper arms. And then I took a short video, letting out a pleasure sigh as it ended.

I rewatched it, quite proud of myself. I looked bloody hot.

Seconds after I sent it, my phone rang with a video call from him.

Laughing, I answered when the phone was out of my vagina.

He was devastatingly handsome, mostly naked and absolutely perfect.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hello, darlin’.”

I reached for the bedside table and one of my ear pods—the last thing I needed was for my mother to walk in because she heard a man in my room. And then I nestled back into the pillows, my left hand finding its way back to my aching pussy.

I couldn’t see his cock, but I noted his hand was missing, his arm moving slowly. For a minute, we just watched each other even though we couldn’t see exactly what we were doing. The rosy blush on my cheeks deepened.

“You’ve ruined me, you know,” I started, my voice breathy. “You’ve made me insatiable.”

“How do you feel?”

A soft sigh slipped out of me. “My body? It’s slick and hot where I’m touching myself. My heart? I wish you were here.”

“Me too, Duchess.”

My cunt squeezed, and I giggled up at the ceiling, cupping my sex to squeeze back. “God, just thinking about shagging you has me drenched.”

“Show me,” he commanded.

I sat back into the position I’d been in for the selfie and propped my phone up with a pillow before getting back to work.

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