Page 130 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

-I would rather be full of you.

Jesus. This woman is going to kill me. I roll my eyes, stuffing my phone back into my back pocket so I could ignore her. But as I reach to take down my finished canvas to replace a new one, my phone buzzes again.

I’m going to ignore it.

Another buzz.

Fucking ignoring it…

Another buzz.

For fucks sake! I groan, pulling my phone out to read the texts.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

- I loved watching your face as you came inside me. Did you enjoy watching your cock pound inside me over and over?

-Seriously. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

-I’ve never come during sex until you! You’ve got that magical big dick energy ;p

ME:

-Briar. Stop texting me such disgusting texts while I’m out in public.

-Also, you’re a liar.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Why? Are you afraid you’ll get turned on?

-Also, I’m not lying! I swear on my life.

-Remember when you blacked out for a second after you came so hard? Did I pleasure you that well?? ;P

-Want to come over tonight?

ME:

-No. Stop texting me.

-Also, I did not blacked out.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-But there’s so much more I want to try with you!

- Also, you so fucking blacked out. Your heart was beating so fast, I could have sworn I felt it leaping out of your chest.

-How do you feel about blindfolds?

-Chains? Handcuffs? 69? Chokeplay?

-What about giving me a facial?

Fuck.

I’m so fucking hard right now. This is really inconvenient while I’m out in public, and all I want to do is paint, damn it!

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