Page 11 of Make Me Dream of You

I am

I’m throbbing in my hand. I squeeze the base of my shaft and give it one long stroke.

Fuck.

I hadn’t realized how much it was aching until my fist slides over the tip. I groan, rubbing the end of my cock as it gets thicker and harder, the sensitive head red and swollen. What I wouldn’t give to have another warm, soft body next to me right now.

2Horned:

It’d be better if it were your hand right now

Or mouth

ANG3L:

I’d make it feel so good for you

2Horned:

What are you doing right now?

ANG3L:

I’m in bed, too. Touching myself through my lace panties

2Horned:

Fuck

I wish I could see her. I want to know what she looks like. Her face, her body, a fucking ankle, I don’t care. If I could see her lips, parted in pleasure, hear the little sounds and gasps she makes while she touches herself, see her fingers playing between her legs—I’d never recover. Even just the idea is pushing me closer to the edge, my abs flex in anticipation of release.

But she has strict rules about remaining completely anonymous. No pictures, no videos, no sharing details that could give away our identities.

She’s at my fingertips yet untouchable. Un-have-able. Maybe that’s why I want her so much.

ANG3L:

Imagine me, while you’re stroking yourself crawling over your body and straddling your head. Your face crushed between my thighs

2Horned:

Yes. Sit on my face I need to taste you

ANG3L:

Should I ride your face until I come?

2Horned:

Yes please. Use me, suffocate me

I want you to come so hard your legs shake as you drown me

ANG3L:

Fuck, you eat me out so good, my sexy devil

After I come on your face, I’m going to slide down and kiss you, taste myself on your lips

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