Page 32 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

“Hey, sorry, but I gotta go,” I said, excusing myself quickly. “I’ll call you later with my schedule this week so we can talk about Christmas Eve.”

I waved at everyone, ignoring the confused looks from my mom and Declan as I rushed to say goodbye to Stephanie and the girls before jetting out of the house. My dad was outside, fixing a broken light on the house as I breezed past him.

“Bye, Dad!”

“See ya, Sean.”

I climbed into my car and pulled my phone out to see if she had sent anything else.

Cassidy: Do you remember that? Lifting the skirt on my cheerleader uniform so you could finger me until I came?

“Fuck,” I groaned, my dick immediately hardening.

Me: I remember very clearly. You were always so wet for me.

Me: Are you wet for me right now?

I knew it was pushing every line I shouldn’t cross, but I didn’t care. Twelve years or twelve seconds didn’t make a difference when it came to Cassidy. I wanted her just as much now as I did back then.

Cassidy: Maybe.

Me: You’re making my dick hard just thinking about it.

I fastened my seatbelt and peeled out of the driveway, desperate to get as far away from my parent’s house as possible before my dick exploded. I was a grown man, but that didn’t mean that I had any self-control when it came to Cassidy. I drove a few miles until I was out of town and pulled over on the side of the road.

Cassidy: I miss your dick. It was always so hard and big.

Me: It misses you too.

Cassidy: I always had the hardest time taking all of it in my mouth. It used to hit the back of my throat, and I had to use my hands for the rest that didn’t fit.

Me: You always took it so well, though. Such a pretty mouth that sucked me off so good.

My balls were aching as I tried to restrain myself from jacking off. I wanted to come so badly, but I wanted to do it with Cassidy there—not that it was even an option.

Cassidy: I’m going to send you something. Hold on.

I frowned, wondering what she was talking about until a picture message popped up. I gripped my phone hard in one hand while biting down on my knuckles on the other. She was fucking killing me with the picture of her pussy barely covered by a sheer black thong.

Me: You’re killing me over here, Cass.

Cassidy: Then do something about it.

Me: What do you suggest?

Cassidy: Jack off and send me a picture when you’re done.

I quickly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my cock out in record time. I turned on the camera on my phone and pressed record as I started stroking my cock. I gripped the shaft hard, trying to keep from coming right away, but it was too hard when all I could think about was Cassidy’s pussy.

I pumped quicker, feeling the build-up as I imagined her lips wrapped around me as she took me to the back of her throat like she used to. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and lick up her arousal more than I wanted my own release. Just the thought of her touching herself right now was more than I could take. I kept stroking, my body tensing as I came hard, ropes of cum shooting all over my hand and thigh.

I pressed the button to stop recording and grabbed some napkins to clean up. Not knowing how she would take it, I went ahead and sent the short video to Cassidy.

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