Page 18 of Miss Matched

Jonathan:

Hidden under a blanket, on my dick. I can’t help it. You’ve made me so fucking hard. Where are your hands now?

I took a deep breath and typed.

Shannon:

They’ve moved down between my legs.

Jonathan:

Tell me how wet you are.

Shannon:

Dripping. Imagining you rubbing me. Pull your boxers down and stroke your dick.

Again, I hesitated hitting send and had to reinforce the Shannon effect.

Jonathan:

Shannon, you’re killing me. I’ll do it if you spread your legs.

Just him saying my fake name gave me the willpower to follow his orders. I spread my legs, bent my knees, and slid my fingers over my swollen clit. I was so wet and so hot I could barely stand touching myself.

Shannon:

That feels sooo good.

Jonathan:

What are you doing?

Shannon:

Sliding my fingers over my clit. I’m so wet. Is your hand on your dick?

Jonathan:

I’ve been pumping myself ever since you told me you were wet. I’m so fucking hard, my balls ache. Can I tell you what I’d do to you if I were there?

Shannon:

Yes, please.

Jonathan:

I’d run my hands over your magnificent breasts. Then I’d pull each nipple deep into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. After I had my fill there, I’d move down on you, kissing your flat stomach as I went. I’d have to taste you first, taste what you had hidden between your legs until I had my fill, and you were ready to come. Then I’d fuck you, extra deep and hard until you screamed out my name.

Shannon:

Fuck… I can’t scream your name. The house is filled with people.

Jonathan:

Then you can groan out my name in my ear. Can you feel my mouth between your legs? My tongue on your clit?

My heart banged against my chest, as I continued the slow movement of my fingers over my pussy, imagining his tongue pressing against me… tasting me… loving on me.

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