Page 30 of Sexting the Boss

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Me: You like what you see?

Unknown Number: Like is an understatement.

My breathing is heavier now, each slow pull of my fist making my muscles tighten.

Me: Touch yourself for me.

Unknown Number: I already am.

A growl rumbles in my throat.

I picture her—legs spread, fingers teasing her swollen clit, panting, desperate.

Me: Good girl. How wet are you?

Unknown Number: Soaked. You did this to me.

Fuck.

I move faster, hips tensing, my body wound so tight it’s almost unbearable.

Me: Show me.

She sends another picture.

Her panties are pushed to the side, her fingers slick with her own arousal, teasing over her folds.

I nearly lose it.

Me: I’d spread those pretty legs wider. Get between them, taste you. Make you beg before I let you come.

The dots appear, pause, disappear.

I can imagine her, her thighs trembling, her breath coming out in little gasps as she touches herself faster.

Then—

Unknown Number: I’d pull your head down, grind against your mouth. Fuck, I’d make such a mess on your tongue.

Jesus fucking Christ.

My hand moves faster, pre-cum leaking from the tip as I groan low, imagining the way she’d arch beneath me, the taste of her on my tongue, slick and hot.

Me: You’d ride my tongue like that, wouldn’t you?

Unknown Number: Yes. And when I come, I want you inside me. Want you to fuck me hard.

A rough curse rips from my throat, my cock throbbing in my palm.

Me: I’d flip you over, drag you onto my cock. Make you take every inch until you’re crying for me.

Unknown Number: I’d take it. Every inch. Stretch me open, ruin me.

I groan, hips jerking up into my hand.

Me: Fuck, I’d ruin you. Have you dripping down my balls, crying from how deep I am.

Unknown Number: Yes. I’m so close, please, please?—

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