Page 13 of Serpent Darling
RebelsWearLeather:
Fuck, yes. Now I want you to take those pretty fingers and rub big circles around your clit for me. Use the slick from your pussy, because I know it's dripping for me right now. Can you do that for me?
Sadie quickly typed another "Yes" in response and slipped her hand inside the top of her black panties. She imagined how Jagger had looked at her in these that morning, how wet he had made her then. She glided around her clit with ease, the wetness coating her fingers.
RebelsWearLeather:
I want you to imagine my cock teasing your pussy, how good it would feel to slip inside you. I'd rub the tip against that clit until you whimpered for me. I'd take you slow at first until you were begging for me to go harder and wrap my hand around your throat. I want to leave you breathless in all sense of the word. You told me you would beg for it, didn't you?
Sadie moaned, already feeling the sensation of an impending orgasm building. She struggled to type back but still managed to do so quickly.
BookwormBarbie:
I would. I want you to ruin my pussy. I want you to flip me over, take me from behind, and pull my hair.
RebelsWearLeather:
Fuck. That's it, darling. I'm so close. You're such a good girl for me. I want you to get yourself to the edge, and when you're about to cum, I need you to put two fingers inside your pussy while you continue to work your clit.
Sadie listened and continued to furiously move her fingertips against her clit, arching off the bed. She pictured Jagger in her mind's eye, shirtless and beautiful. She imagined the feeling of him against her earlier, wishing Camille had never interrupted, content to have frozen to death in that freezer if it meant him being inside her.
When she felt herself start to lose control, she grabbed her phone again, wanting her stranger to finish with her.
BookwormBarbie:
I'm right there. I'm going to soak my bed for you.
BookwormBarbie:
Will you spill yourself all over your hand for me? Please.
Sadie kept an intense eye on her screen. When she saw his next message, she dropped her phone on the bed beside her and shoved her fingers inside, the extra pressure sending her straight over the edge.
RebelsWearLeather:
Sweets Jesus, I'm coming for you. Fuck.
Sadie's pussy convulsed around her fingers, letting herself fully immerse herself in the fantasy that she was doing this with Jagger. The mystery man's typo of saying Sweets insteadof Sweet was everything she needed, although she knew he probably struggled to type while getting off with her. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for it.
She finally had a release.
For the time being, at least.
Jagger tossed his phone on the nightstand and reached for the tissues beside it. He swiped them over his right hand and wiped his cock clean of the evidence of his orgasm.
I can't believe I fucking slipped up and let it autocorrect to Sweets,he thought as he tossed them in the trashcan in the corner of his room. He knew she didn't understand the connotation behind it, but seeing it typed out made the fantasy all too real for him.
Easy mistake.
He slid into his bed naked and gazed out of the large studio windows where rain started to pelt. He hoped he could talk with Sadie before they opened the bar again the next day. At least it was a small shift since it was Sunday. Just the lunch crowd, andthey could close up after. She had evidently felt just as turned on as he did tonight. He knew he didn't make it up.
Maybe, just maybe, she would be open to being something more. Jagger knew he would take anything he could get with Sadie at this point. She could tell him to lick those damn motorcycle boots, and he would do it with a smile on his face.
As he ran a hand through his hair and thought about approaching the subject with her, he reached for his phone. The light illuminated the concentrated expression on his face as he sent one more message to the girl from tonight. She seemed like an innocent little thing, and her sexting could use a little work, but she wanted to be bad. He liked that about her because it reminded him of his Sadie—his Sadie.
Christ, he was so gone for her it was ridiculous.
RebelsWearLeather:
