Page 41 of Hide From Me

“It can be,”he breathes, fisting his cock tighter.“Pretend it’s me. Just me. No distance, no time zones—just you and my hand between your legs.”

I start to circle it again, faster this time. My thighs shake, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“God, you’re listening so well,”he rasps.“Finger that tight little cunt. I want to hear how wet you are.”

God, I love it when he talks like this. When every syllable turns vulgar and sinful, as if it were meant for my ears only, it burns right through the guilt and worry, making me forget everything except him. I push a finger in and gasp. My walls clench tight around it, and I picture his cock instead—thick and pulsing and deep inside me.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from here,”Moe groans.“I swear, when I get back…”

He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. I already know what he’ll do. I can feel it in the way my body rocks against my hand, chasing his ghost like a drug. My thighs tremble as I pump slowly, teasing myself just enough to fall apart without finishing.

“Push your panties to the side. Show me.”

I drag them aside and splay myself open. His eyes narrow. His strokes speed up.

“You can go deeper than that,” he growls.

I slide in farther, my fingers curling, hitting the spot only he ever found. My back arches, legs trembling again.

“Keep talking.” My vision nearly goes crossed as he fists his shaft tighter and jerks his wrist in a way that almost looks painful.

“Is that what you want? Is that what will get you off? Hearing how fucking desperate you make me?”God, I fucking love how his voice nearly turns to a whine at the end. I love knowing that he's just as desperate as I am, if not more. The way he talks in the heat of the moment almost makes it sound like he hateshow I make his body react but the way his grip tightens around his cock as his hips buck into it says otherwise.

“Yes.” I gasp, slowing my finger fucking knowing that if I keep it up I’ll be coming in no time but I need to see him come first. I have to watch how his jaw tightens and his chest heaves when he's fighting it back. “Moe… I don’t—“

“Shhh. You’re okay. When you get close, push your palm to your clit and stick two fingers in.”

I shake my head. Close? Does he not realize I've been edging myself for the last five minutes? It's not enough–it won't be until I have him treating me like a slut, whispering all those filthy words in my ear again.

“You can do it for me, baby. It’s going to feel so good, I promise.”Moe grunts and the bed creaks with the shifting weight of his body. He leans forward, spreading his legs wider to grip his balls as he twists his wrist with an upward stroke on his cock.

The tv dims making my already blurred eyesight go nearly black. Everything is buzzing in the most overstimulating way that makes me want to stop. As if my body is protesting, my legs tremble and clamp around my hand.

“Come on, baby. Open those legs for me.”

“I can’t, it’s too much.” I gasp and pant and yet I can’t stop myself from adding a finger and pressing my palm to my swollen bundle of nerves.

“Don’t you dare come without letting me watch.”He growls and my head tilts back against the cushion, my legs spreading as wide as they can, creating the most obscene sight I’m sure I could create as I fuck myself with my fingers faster and harder.“Look at me.”

My head snaps at his command and a full body shudder runs over my shoulders.

“Shit.” He huffs and his head tilts back against the wall as his pants turn into soft grunts. Even through his tense form he lifts his hips, still subtly bucking and pulls something from his back pocket. Even if I wanted to keep fighting back my orgasm I couldn’t. It hits me like a damn freight train hard enough my feet raisefrom the table making my hips slip further at the edge of the couch as my fingers messily clip in and out of my cunt. I watch him with a hooded gaze as he never once lets his eyes stray from how I pump myself through my orgasm.

“I told you it’d feel good, baby. Go on and clean up your mess.”

If I was in my right mind I’d tell him to piss off, but this is what he does to me–he makes my mind turn into mush and my body reacts in ways that shouldn’t be natural. Lowering my feet back to the table I keep my legs open so he can see every pulse of my pussy as I bring my hand to my mouth, dragging my palm up my tongue until I’m hesitating at my fingers.

“Go on, suck them clean like its my fucking cock.”

I moan and my lashes flutter shut as I wrap my lips around the digits, loving the way he can be so fucking filthy and make me feel so normal for wanting to be disgusting with him.

“You’re still fucking dripping. Was it that good, sunshine?”Moes deep rasp has my eyes openingto catch sight of something so familiar, but it takes my mind a moment to process my underwear wrapping around his shaft.

I remove my fingers from my mouth and lean back against the cushions panting. “Not as good as you.”

With those words his chest puffs and the muscles in his neck flex as his jaw clenches. Each pump he makes into his hand has my underwear tightening around his cock turning the tip a deep shade of red.

“God damn it, Raylen, you’ve ruined me.”He growls and my chest swells with pride, a cocky smirk on my lips as his body tenses and his hips jerk. I don’t get the chance to see his tip spill each drop of come before he’s slipping my underwear over the tip with a bit back moan.

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