Page 86 of Undeniably Enemies

Jack: I’m kissing your mouth and I have you pinned beneath me. I trail kisses and bites down your body until I capture one of your perfect tits in my mouth. You see, that’s why I like your small tits. Because I can fit all of it in my mouth, and it makes you moan so hard. But I’m starting to get greedy. I don’t just want to know what your tits taste like. I don’t only want to eat them.

Me: No? What else?

Jack: I want to taste your cunt. Your ass. Do you know how perfect you were with that toy in you? I’ve made myself come so many times since Saturday picturing that plug in your ass wishing it was my cock.

Me: My ass is a virgin. That was the first thing I’ve ever put in there.

Jack: Are you fucking serious? Tell me you don’t mean that.

Me: I do.

Jack: Jesus, Wren, I nearly just came from that. You’re telling me I had that too?

Me: No. We’re not doing that, remember.

Jack: Right. But I was the first one. Like I was the last time for you, even if it wasn’t my cock. Did you like it?

Me: Yes. I loved it.

Jack: Christ, I’m going to blow my load in two seconds here.

And I’m dead. Like seriously dead. Whether that’s hyperbole or not, it’s working. My hand slides down my body, and my fingers linger directly above my clit. It’s pulsing, and my empty core is aching to be filled. Yet it feels like I can’t touch myself without him telling me to.

Me: I want to touch myself. Please, can I touch myself?

Jack: Oh, gorgeous Wren. Where? Be specific. I’ll let you have it since you asked so perfectly.

Me: My pussy. I want to touch it. Fuck it. Rub it.

I need to whether he tells me I can or not. It’s easier to be like this without him here. Easier to let my guard down and not fight him. I want him like this. I want him to own me and instruct me and tell me exactly how he wants me to do it because he’ll make it even better for me than I could for myself that way. And it’ll get him so hard. So hot for me.

Jack: Do it then. Start playing with your cunt and imagine it’s me because if I were there, that’s exactly what I’d be doing. I’d be rubbing and licking and tasting you everywhere I could. I’d start by using one finger to toy with your dripping pussy because you’re always dripping for me. I’d rub it all over your clit and get it nice and wet. Then I’d put my mouth on it so I could taste it and suck you clean.

My finger drops to my clit, and I start rubbing it in earnest. I am soaked, just as he said, because no one has ever eaten me the way Jack does—hell, a man has never loved doing it as much as Jack does—and just picturing it right now is so hot. I’ve never mastered the art of finger fucking myself and getting my clit the way I like it. This is where BOB typically comes in, but not tonight. I choose my clit, but my pussy isn’t happy about being ignored.

Me: I feel empty. I need something in me, Jack, and my fingers are on my clit.

Jack: Fuck, Wren. Let me come over and fill you up. I’ll give you exactly what you need. I’m aching to be inside of you. I’m not sure I’d be able to wait. I’d need it. Need you.

Me: No. We said we wouldn’t, but can I please have a toy?

Jack: Are you begging me nicely?

Fuck, I hate him.

Still, I can’t deny how good this feels, and I read over what he wrote. How he’d want to eat me out and suck on my tits. I moan and roll up into my hand, seeking more contact, more friction. But it’s still not enough. I need more.

Me: I’m rubbing my clit, and I want to come.

Jack: But you need something inside of you.

Me: Yes.

Jack: Ask me nicely, Wren, and I’ll let you have it.

I grit my teeth, but my need to come is too intense.

Me: Please can I put a toy in me? Please. I am officially begging, and I hate you for it.

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