Page 89 of Wildest Dreams

“Are you…are you jogging?” He sounded confused.

Dylan slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle as I picked up speed, gathering those ass cheeks and giving them gentle slaps of appreciation.

“Stick to the point,” Dylan managed to moan breathlessly. “What day do you want to see her?”

Thrust.

“You know, actually, I didn’t authorize this little trip of yours.” Tucker sounded butt-hurt.

“Oh, please.” Dylan’s temper flared, but she also sounded like she was about to come. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been—”

Thrust.

“—MIA—”

Thrust.

“—for four years—”

Thrust.

“—and I managed to keep her alive.”

Thrust.

“She doesn’t—”

Thrust.

“—even—”

Thrust.

“—like you.”

The other side of the line went deathly still to the point I thought the call had disconnected. I was almost there, on the cliff of a mind-blowing orgasm, and with the way Dylan was panting with abandon, gripping the sink for dear life, I knew I wasn’t the only one.

“Are you fucking him as we speak?” Tucker asked finally after a long pause. Disgust dripped from each and every one of his syllables, and I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. But I let Dylan have the honor. She never disappointed when it came to put-downs.

“No.” She was done trying to be quiet, moaning loudly, like in a porno. The thwack of our skin slapping together rang in the air. So did the wet sounds of her pussy and the soft thud of my balls hitting her lower ass cheeks. “For your information, he’s fucking me.”

More silence. My chest rumbled with a chuckle.

“His finger is up my ass now,” Dylan reported, crying louder. “God, he is so good, Tuck. I thought what we had going was great. I was so wrong. I’ve had four mini orgasms in the past three minutes alone, and I’m about to ride the really big one.”

More silence. I started to laugh, still fucking her from behind. We both came together, moaning and grunting and panting in unison.

Throughout the entire thing, the other end of the line was quiet.

After Dylan gathered herself, she cleared her throat and asked, “So Wednesday okay? Around three p.m.? I have an opening. Are you still there?”

“Whatever,” Tucker bit out and killed the call.

She fell into my arms, both of us laughing.

DYLAN

Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Siri, play “Marry You” by Bruno Mars.

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