Page 96 of Twisted Legacy

“I’m a low-class slut, Paxton. That’s right. I’m trailer trash, desperate for your cock to elevate my status.”

Is that supposed to be me? On what planet does anybody talk like that?

“I’m a grimy whore. I don’t belong. Put me in my place with your masterful dick.”

Oh god. This is the worst dirty talk I’ve ever heard. I'm bent over, leaning on my knees. My silent laugh constricts my chest so hard I can barely breathe. When I finally regain control, I straighten, swiping tears from my cheeks.

These three never let me have any rest. They keep stooping to new lows. Pax said I was the worst lay of his life. That the drug coursing through his system was the only reason he could finish. Well, fuck him, he doesn’t get to enjoy this moment either. I’m about to fuck his shit up.

I dart inside to grab my free standing mirror, dragging it back onto the balcony and angle it so he can see me, but from her position on the concrete, she can’t. She doesn’t need to see me. She’ll be able to hear just fine. I stab the number 4 on my speed dial.

“What can I do for you, LaReaux?”

“I need your help.”

“With what?”

“My neighbors are having a party.”

“You want me to send campus security to shut it down?”

I hold the phone out so it’ll pick up on her moans. “I want you to help me drown out those sounds.”

“Are you jealous they’re having a good time?”

“I’m insulted. You missed the part where she’s pretending to be me. So myfakeme needs a lesson from therealme on how I sound when I’m getting a good dicking down. Think you can help me with that?”

“Help you fake it? No.”

“That’s why I’m calling, Wolfe. I want you to help me do the real thing.”

“Sweetness, are you saying you wanna have phone sex with me while your neighbors are listening?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. You know how much I love to make you cum.”

I shift in my seat. I don’t know how he does it, but the minute he turns the sexy voice on, my panties get wet.

“Are you sitting?”

“Yes.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Don’t be cliché.”

“Since I can’t see you, I need to know what you’re wearing so I can visualize what I’d do to you. It won’t work if I tell you to lift your skirt when you’re wearing pants.”

“Good point. I’m wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

“Bra?”

“Nope.”

“Mmm. So you have free access to those pointy nipples. Play with them for me.”

I tug at them the way I like. Panting out a breath at how good that feels.

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