Page 12 of Serpent Darling
Jagger was enjoying a smoke in his favorite chair next to his bed again, his cock still painfully hard from having Sadie pressed against him in the freezer. He was scrolling through his phone, trying to take his mind off of her so he could think clearly, when he received a message.
"Oh, Jesus," he mumbled and sank back into the chair, letting his legs stretch out before him. The smoke from his cigarette casting a shadow on his already cloudy mood.
RebelsWearLeather:
Not even a hello?
BookwormBarbie:
Omg. I’m sorry. Hey, Rebel.
RebelsWearLeather:
Hello, darling.
BookwormBarbie:
So… have you?
RebelsWearLeather:
You mean sexting?
BookwormBarbie:
Yeah. I've never done it. Is it fun?
Jagger let out a pained laugh, realizing he would have to jerk off before getting any kind of sleep at this point. These women were ruining him from all angles.
RebelsWearLeather:
Yeah, Barbie. It's fun. Do you need some help tonight?
BookwormBarbie:
Could you?
RebelsWearLeather:
Yeah, sure. Why not?
Jagger put his cigarette out in the ashtray and let out one last cloud of smoke before pulling his jeans and gray boxer briefs off and getting into bed.
Holding the phone in his left hand, he used the right one to wrap around his cock, slowly pumping up and down. He texted deftly with just one hand, having learned how to handle scrolling through porn with one hand and jerking off with the other in his teens.
He let himself think of Sadie and put her face on this stranger as he messaged her in detail about what he would do to her if he were there. In this way, he was explaining everything he wished he could be doing to Sadie right now. And that would have to be enough.
For now.
Sadie lay stretched out on her bed, legs spread wide, and knees slightly bent. Ever so eager, she awaited instruction on what to do.
RebelsWearLeather:
Are you comfortable?
BookwormBarbie:
Yes. Are you stroking yourself yet?
