Page 65 of Ravished By Her

“You’re not so bad,” I said, hopping onto the bed. “Great, now I’m talking to a van.”

Ridiculous. I turned on my ereader and looked over at where I’d hung the two hats that Lacey had given me. I put the READ MORE SMUT on my head and took a selfie, sending it to Lacey before I could change my mind.

It looks so much better on you she sent.

I’d done as she asked and had informed her when I’d gotten back, but I’d held off on sending her too many messages. Even though I missed her. I fucking missed her, and we had only been apart for a few hours. What the hell was that? One night of incredible sex and I was reduced to a simpering fool that needed someone more than they needed to breathe. Completely embarrassing. Sterling would mock me forever if she knew what was going through my mind right now.

It does look better on me, doesn’t it? I responded.

It would look even better if it was the only thing you were wearing… She replied and I had to bite back a moan. I still wanted her.

For half a second, I considered throwing myself in my car and driving over to her place and walking in just wearing the hat and nothing else.

That was definitely too much. Lacey knew that I liked her, and I was attracted to her, but she didn’t know the extent and I was going to keep it that way. Things had to stay casual if I was ever going to get out of this when the time came.

That didn’t stop me from taking all my clothes off, with the exception of the hat, and taking a selfie to send to Lacey.

I love it when I’m right she replied. You look sexy as hell.

Thank you. Do I get anything in return or… I sent, unable to stop myself from wanting a picture of her for myself.

I’ll give you a little taste of what you’re missing she responded and then sent me a video of her with her shirt pushed up to expose her breasts and her hand under her shorts as she touched herself and gave me a sexy smile before ending the clip.

“Fuck,” I said, looking down at myself. I mean, I’d already gotten naked, so I might as well keep going. Knowing that Lacey was also doing the same thing only made it more exciting.

I let out a moan as I touched my clit with one hand and pinched my nipple with the other. My phone sounded an incoming call and I went to turn it off when I saw who was calling.

“Hello?” I said, my voice sounding harried.

“What are you doing right now?” Lacey said and then let out a little gasp. I put the call on speaker and set the phone next to me.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I asked, touching myself again.

“Fuck, I wish you were here, but this is the next best thing,” she said before doing some shuffling and then I heard her start up again.

“What would you do if I was there?” I asked, stroking my clit and then sinking two fingers inside myself.

“Mmmm, I’d make sure you were naked and then I’d toss you on my bed before getting out my strap-on,” she said, and I let out a sound at the mention of a strap-on. We hadn’t used one last night, but Sterling had mentioned it.

“Fuck, yes,” I said.

“And I’d let you pick out which dick I was going to fuck you with, because I’m nice like that.”

I let out a little breathless giggle.

“And then I’d make you open your mouth and get my dick all wet. I’d drive it into your mouth as far as it could go,” she said, and I couldn’t hold back any of the sounds I was making if I’d wanted to.

“I’d make you choke, just a little bit, and then I’d hold you down and fuck your pussy until you saw stars. And then I’d put it back in your mouth so you could taste yourself before driving into you again, oh, fuck.”

I picked up my pace as she’d kept talking and I was almost there.

“I’m close,” I told her, and heard the wet sounds of her fucking herself on the other end of the phone.

“Jesus, Gwen…” she gasped, and I heard those sounds I’d memorized last night and that was what I needed to tumble over the edge with her. It wasn’t as good as being with her, but it was close.

“Holy shit,” Lacey panted, and I let out a laugh.

“Never underestimate the power of phone sex,” I said.

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