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Both my parents stand and rush to my chair, squeezing me between them in a hug. My mom rests her cheek on top of my head. “You’re still so young, Peyton. You’ll make plenty of friends in your life.”

Chapter Eight

Peyton

Owen

I thought about your pussy as I fucked my fist last night.

Me

:( my tits feel neglected

Owen

Yeah? Send me a pic of them so I can worship from afar.

My cheeks burn, and I can’t contain my smile as I stare at his text before rolling my eyes. He’s crazy if he thinks I’m sending him a titty pic. I never did it for my ex-boyfriend, I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it for him.

Owen

[image attached]

I click into it and gasp. He’s in bed, completely naked and giving me the best view of his entire torso and huge cock. My thighs rub together at the gorgeous sight, he’s truly too hot for his own good. Biting down on my lip, I barely contain my giggle as I send a sarcastic text back.

Me

Didn’t anyone teach you to not send dick pics unsolicited?

Owen typing…

Getting up from my chair, I put my bag over my shoulder and toss my half-drunk coffee in the trash. I’m giddy as I head to the bathroom, deciding to surprise the man with the picture he wants. We’ve been texting on and off the past two weeks since we’ve come back from winter break. It’s been nice since I blocked Brit and Jacob on every platform without a word to either of them as soon as the plane landed and I drove away from the airport. I knew leaving Brit alone was a dick move, but I honestly stopped caring when I gave her a day to confess what she’d done while shopping in Big Bear and she stayed silent.

One of the bigger family bathrooms is empty and I snag it, praying someone who actually might need it doesn’t come while I’m taking dirty photos. Setting my bag on the sink, I pull my hoodie off and then push my tank top down. I bend my elbows a bit to squish my cleavage together and use the mirror to take the photo. He’s going to have to settle for a half-covered titty shot because there’s no way in hell I’m stripping at school.

I make sure my face is cropped out and open our text thread.

Owen

You know… now that you’ve scolded me, you’re right. I shouldn’t have sent it without asking if you wanted it.

I shake my head, way too infatuated with him . It’s kind of cute that he actually sounds upset when I was just joking. I don’t reply to what he said and send off the photo. He views it immediately, and I fix my shirt and put my hoodie back on while I wait for him to finish typing.

Owen

Fuck, now I’m going to have to get off again before I go to work.

Me

Video it for me? ;)

Owen

Really?

Me

As long as you say my name as you come.

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