Page 25 of Puck of the Irish

God, this woman…

Finger yourself for me, baby. Pump them in and out. Tell me how it feels.

Nat: Wet. Tight. Hot.

I nearly growl. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on via fucking text.

Nat: I wish you were fucking my mouth right now.

Oh God, the thought of it…I grit my teeth, refusing to go yet.

I’m getting close, Nat. You’ve got me so hard right now. Imagining fucking your mouth while you look up at me from your knees…

I shudder violently.

But I wouldn’t let you finish me that way. I’d pull out and bend you over the bed, slamming hard into that hot, wet pussy.

Nat: Oh fuck.

I need to feel you come around my cock, squeezing me so fucking tight.

I decide to take a risk and snap a pick of my cock in my hand and send it her way. I hold my breath while I wait for aresponse…and then nearly lose my shit when it’s a picture of her fingering herself.

That’s so fucking hot. God, come for me baby. Come on your fingers and imagine they’re mine.

Nat: Keep stroking. I want to see it…Send me a video…

Jesus Christ, this went way further than I thought it would, but I’m not shy by any means and it’s Nat—I’d do anything for her. I frown, not wanting to look at that particular thought too closely.

So, I take a quick video, stroking nice and slow. I gnash my teeth to keep from actually coming, just the thought of Natwantingto see this making me so turned on it’s almost painful. I would give my left nut to be able to fuck her right now, to actually do all the things we’re talking about.

Nat: Oh my God.

Nat: Holy shit that’s so hot. God, I love watching you…

Nat: Ah fuck. I just came so hard, Rizz.

Just thinking about it easily pushes me over the edge. I stroke myself a few more times and that’s all she wrote. I come in a rush, hips arching off the bed as hot lashes of cum sear my stomach and chest. I lie there, panting for a few seconds before I can manage to text again.

So did I. Such a fucking mess.

Nat: …prove it.

I grin, loving Nat’s dirty side. I snap a pic and send it to her.

Nat: Mmm wish I was there to clean it up.

You’re going to get me hard again already saying shit like that, Nat…

Nat:

Nat: Ok, I know I’ve said this before, but that’s the last time. No more hooking up.

I don’t think this technically counts as a hook-up…

Nat: Still. No more. That was my last drink. Straight to AA tomorrow.

I grin at the screen.God I hope she’s wrong.

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