Page 32 of Shadow and Skulls

I do as he asks, slowly letting my knees fall apart. A nice little warming hum begins, and my eyes fall closed, no longer interested in the ceiling.

“Does that feel good, little shadow? I’m so jealous of that fucking thing, getting to be all snug in that hot pussy of yours.”

His dirty words make me moan out loud. God, I wish he was here with his warm breath on my ear.

My hips start to move, chasing the next little burst of pleasure. More. I need more.

As if on command, the vibration quickens, as does my pulse. I think about moving my hands to help the toy along, but I don’t disobey him. My breath comes out in short little pants that fill my bedroom as he continues to work me up with the roughness of his voice.

“Are you almost there? I bet you are. I can’t wait for the day I get to hear you beg me to let you come.”

Oh, shit. No. Not yet. I don’t want it to be over yet!

“You ready for a little more?”

“No,” I whisper to the silence of my room.

He kicks the thing up to expert level, and my spine bows clean off the bed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck!” I yell, coming so hard I don’t think it will ever stop.

Evidently, that’s what he wants, because he pauses the vibration for a brief moment. Then he ramps it back up, sending me straight to the moon.

“Oh god!” I scream, my entire body trembling on the bed.

“Are you screaming my name yet, little shadow?”

He’s panting, and I know his hand is wrapped around his cock. For the first time, I wish I was face to face with a man … I wish I could touch him. That he could touch me.

The realization of what these thoughts mean hits me as another orgasm rocks my entire world. I yell out again.

My bedroom door swings open, and JD rushes in. “Kelsie, are you okay?!” he shouts before stopping dead in his tracks.

I jump to my knees, covering myself with my discarded towel. The little toy between my legs hums as I scramble for my phone.

“Does that feel good, little shadow?”

Oh my god! My fingers fumble over the phone before finally hittingend call.

JD spins away from me, his hands landing on top of his head.

“It’s … it’s not what it looks like,” I say quietly, reaching between my legs to remove the toy.

“Your mom said you had my keys. I … I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he says, not looking at me as he leaves the room.

My phone rings, and when I answer, neither of us says anything.

When I start to cry, he shushes me. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. I’m sorry we rushed things. I’m on my way back to you.”

I can hear him rustling around. He’s dead serious about coming home.

“No … no, it’s not that. JD just walked in on me and … oh, god, he heard me scream … and you … he heard you,” my voice rises as I realize the severity of what just happened.

I’m sliding my legs into my panties as I hold the phone between my shoulder and ear. “If he tells my dad, he’s going to kill you. I have to go stop him.”

Tank chuckles on the other end. I know he thinks I’m overreacting, but I’m not. That’s exactly what’s going to happen if I don’t get downstairs right now and beg JD to keep my secret.

“Laugh all you want, but it will be the last thing you do if Big Dan finds out.”

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