Page 4 of Sexting the Silverfox

“They can’t hear us,” he whispers in my ear, then nibbles on the lobe before trailing wet kisses down the side of my neck. “But still be quiet.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper back.

He kisses me then, and my hand slips under the covers and under my clothes, finding that hot, wet spot between my legs. I’m soaked and so heavily aroused by the mere thought of this man it’s almost frightening.

I let him fondle my breasts, squeezing and massaging as I touch myself, just like this …

My fingers slide in, and I imagine it’s him. Stretching and probing me.

My clit swells, tension gathering into a tight ball in desperate need of release. He’s big and thick as he goes in. He thrusts deep, hands firmly gripping my ass. I moan harshly into the cold silence of the night as Jason rams into me over and over again. I’m rubbing my tender nub, faster and faster.

“Ah!” I cry out, pleasure rippling outward from between my legs. The tension is suddenly released, a thousand lights exploding as I can almost hear him coming with me in the fantasy, deep inside me, filling me with his essence. Conquering me. Making me his.

Damn, that felt good. I needed it.

When I wake up, it’s Saturday. Late morning, judging by the light pouring in through the window. My head hurts.

Ugh.

My mouth is dry. It’s as if I swallowed a heap of cotton in my sleep. I’m also hungry and cold.

Dammit.

I remember where I am, my unheated home. The fabled and revered Emerald Residence apartment complex, where each unit goes for well over two hundred grand. I put all the money I had when I left New York into this place, only to end up freezing my ass off.

“Home, sweet home,” I groan and drag myself out of bed.

I need a few minutes to get my feet to move properly, but a splash of ice-cold water on my face snaps me back into the present with sparkling cruelty. I brush my teeth and do my usual rushed morning routine.

I check my phone and find a new message from Jason. How the hell did he get my number?

I freeze at what I see. That message I drafted.

“Oh … my … God …”

My knees give out, and I sit on the edge of the bed as I struggle to catch my breath. Heat spreads throughout my body, as I realize what happened. When I fumbled and dropped my phone, I must’ve accidentally sent that text. It was supposed to be a draft; nobody was supposed to see it!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

He got all of it. My little snippet of therapy. All the things I wanted him to do to me. Every dirty thought I could think of. He read it.

My mind wanders into utter silence as I manage to focus my eyes on the screen for long enough to read his reply.

Go on …

Go on?

Paralysis takes over. I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t even think. I can only stare at these two words in pure shock, my jaw practically unhinged.

Go on.

He wants me to … go on?

Chapter 3

Jason

Audrey Smith is something else.

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