Page 112 of Ignite

Me

You better win for me, Conan. I want to celebrate with you.

I snap a quick picture, pushing up my bust to make them almost fall out of my robe.

Beastie

… I’m malfunctioning. I need another one with everything off… so I can think of it while I fight.

Biting on my lip, I push the silk over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Positioning myself in front of the full-length mirror, I cross my legs and cover most of my boobs with my forearm, but leave enough showing to give him an idea.

Once I’m happy, I hit send.

Beastie

Brb, now I have to jerk off to this.

Another text pops up immediately.

Beastie

Sorry, what I meant was, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.

I let out a giggle.

Me

I’m already wet just thinking about what you’ll do to me.

Beastie

Drop to my knees and eat you out. Come all over your tits. Fuck your face. Eat you out again. Fill you up. Tie you up. And that’s just the first round.

Holy shit.

Me

Can I touch myself?

His name flashes up on the screen and I accept his call.

“You’re in my earphones, I’m in the changing room. You can, baby. But I want to listen while I warm up.”

“Holy shit, this is hot,” I whisper, suddenly aware that Lily is downstairs.

“Yeah, I know. And it’s too busy here for me to do anything about it.” The frustration in his voice is clear.

“This won’t distract you?”

I quietly lock my door and lay down on the bed, spreading my legs.

“No. Please, trouble, I gotta hear it. Those little whimpers.”

Circling my clit, I melt into the feeling.

“I wish it was you doing this.”

He grunts down the line.

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