I clear my throat. “If you want to speak to me more than twice a day, w-we can.”
GretzkyWannabe42: I’ll bear that in mind.
“It’s the least I can do.”
I earned fourteen thousand dollars and didn’t even lose twenty-eight hundred in commission, never mind that this is tax freakin' free…
How the fuck did I win the lottery?
GretzkyWannabe42: How are your nipples?
I blink at the question then sheepishly look down at my tits. If he didn’t realize how overwhelmed I was, they give the game away—the clothespins are jiggling like crazy from my heavy breaths.
“They ache.”
GretzkyWannabe42: Good.
I hum.
GretzkyWannabe42: Squeeze down on the clothespins.
I do as he orders until I hiss.
GretzkyWannabe42: Rub your clit.
I suck two fingers into my mouth and get them wet, then I slide them over my clit. The lingering tug from my earlier arousal is still there, despite him blowing my mind with his generous offer.
GretzkyWannabe42: Do you have a PO Box?
“I don’t.”
GretzkyWannabe42: I’d like to send you some things. So, get one.
“Fine, but I won’t use the gifts if I don’t like what you send,” I tell him as I rock my head forward, continuing to rub my clit as I spread my legs to give him a better view.
GretzkyWannabe42: Of course.
GretzkyWannabe42: Stick two fingers into your cunt, honey.
GretzkyWannabe42: Spread that slit wide open for me.
Shuddering, I grind the butt of my wrist against my clit. Sweet fuck, that pressure is phenomenal.
Honestly, with how often I orgasm, I should be walking around on cloud 9, especially withCalKorbecause he won’t stop until I come at least once.
I’ve no idea how he knows if I fake it, but he always does.
Suddenly aware that I need to keep an eye on the chat box as it might not ping like on the other site, I read his text.
GretzkyWannabe42: That’s it, baby.
GretzkyWannabe42: You spread that cunt.
GretzkyWannabe42: Fuck, it’s beautiful.
GretzkyWannabe42: I wish I could taste it. God, I bet you taste like fucking heaven.
GretzkyWannabe42: Pump those fingers into that juicy pussy.