Page 13 of Cyber Revenge
This is for him.
I wear nothing but a thin mesh bralette, tits pressing against the fabric, nipples already hard. My thong matches, black lace, cut high, my hips and thighs begging to be gripped. I crawl into the frame, legs spread, knees bent, the soaked crotch of my panties pulled to the side with two fingers.
“Is this what you wanted?” I whisper.
I press the toy against my clit, a curved silicone wand I’d worn out more times than I can count. My other hand slips down totease my entrance, already soaked, slick sounds filling the room like a filthy soundtrack.
“I’ve been thinking about that voice…” I moan softly, rolling my hips against the wand. “The way you’d take me. How you’d pin me down… choke me a little. Tell me I’m yours.”
I slide two fingers inside, slow and deep, curling up until my thighs tremble.
“Bet you’d fuck me stupid, wouldn’t you, Trip?”
I keep fucking myself for him, harder, faster, the toy never leaving my clit. My voice cracks, breaths sharp and desperate, thighs slick with wetness as I lose control.
“I’d come so hard for you,” I gasp. “I’d scream your name until my throat’s raw.”
And then I do.
I come hard. A messy, gushing orgasm that has me arching off the bed, fingers deep inside, cunt fluttering, dripping onto the sheets.
When it’s over, I’m wrecked. Glowing. My legs won’t stop shaking.
Perfect.
I stop the video, grinning like a devil.
I open Snap, hit TripsterGuy, attach the video, and hit send without hesitation.
Then I realize what I’ve done.
Two names.
Two checkmarks.
Trip…
And Patrick.
Fucking hell.
I stare at my phone, heart pounding, lungs frozen. I consider deleting it, but it’s too late. It’s already been opened.
First Trip.
Then Patrick.
Trip doesn’t reply right away.
But Patrick?
[Patrick – 10:42 PM]: Holy. Fucking. Shit.
[Patrick – 10:42 PM]: That was for me, right?
My stomach twists.
No.
