Page 142 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I do what I’m told and brush my fingers against my swollen clit. “Why aren’t you here?” I complain as I circle it a couple of times before pushing lower.
A filthy groan spills from my lips as my fingers slip easily inside my body.
I’m embarrassingly wet, considering I’m alone.
Kodie Rivers: Casey?
“Oh god,” I moan.
Casey Watson: So wet for you…
Kodie Rivers: Fuck, I wish I could see you.
My eyes lift to the video call option…
No, Casey. Don’t do it.
If you see him…
I shake my head.
If I see him, I’ll want more.
I’m already taking more than I should.
Casey Watson: Have you got your hand wrapped around your cock?
Kodie Rivers: Yes. Fuck, yes. Trying to imagine it’s you.
Casey Watson: Same. But I don’t touch myself like you do. I can’t make myself come like you can.
Kodie Rivers: Fuck, you’re killing me here.
Casey Watson: What would you be doing if you were here?
Kodie Rivers: I’d have my face buried in your pussy. I’d have your juices all over my mouth.
His words have my release surging forward faster than I can control.
My fingers move quickly as warmth begins to bloom from my core.
“Oh god.”
Kodie Rivers: And I’d have two fingers inside you. I’d curl them, finding that spot that makes you cry out my name.
I picture him fisting his cock as he types these words, his muscles taut and his skin glistening with exertion.
Fuck, he’s unbelievably hot.
Kodie Rivers: You’re going to come all over my face and fingers before I stretch your pussy open with my dick.
“Oh god. Oh god.”
Kodie Rivers: Then I’m going to take you bare, fill you up before sitting back and watching as I leak out of you.
“Fuck. Fuck. Kodie motherfucking Rivers,” I cry out, my body convulsing as pleasure consumes every inch of me. “Oh my god. Fuck.”
My chest heaves as aftershocks keep firing off, extending my pleasure.
