Page 26 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Couldn’t blame her if she gets spooked. A girl’s gotta be careful nowadays. Too few guys know how to be a gentleman and too many simply take what they want without consent.
I hope Hailey won’t think I’m trying to force her to do something she doesn’t want. If she tells me to back off, I will.
The video is meant to make her feel better about accidentally sending all of hers. Kind of ashow me yours and I’ll show you minedeal. But I know myself well enough to admit I ain’t doing this just for her.
I’m also doing it because I’m crazy about my dead brother’s wife, and this time, I’m not willing to give her up.
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HAILEY
Hollywood often predictsthat the world will end with a zombie virus turning humanity into mindless, flesh-eating monsters. But I think the world might end tonight—with a horny plague.
Why else is everyone so sexed up?
Though I can’t pretend I’m not infected, standing in the screening room with damp panties and hard nipples practically poking holes through my dress. But it’s not my fault. It’s everyone else’s.
First, Andrea kept talking about Colt’s body and what he’d be like in bed. After that, I couldn’t even look into his eyes without my intrusive thoughts mentally stripping him.
And then the man himself threatened me with anactual spanking. That part still feels like a fever dream.
Colt has never touched me before, but when he grabbed my wrist, my heart took a nosedive into my belly.
Out ofdisgust, of course.
I scoff. The world has truly lost its mind. That video thumbnail on my phone is the last piece of evidence,because I’m staring at the big,piercedcock of the stranger who threatened to call the authorities over my pussy vids.
Damn, the silver jewelry is pretty. He has piercings on the underside of his shaft, reminding me of rungs on a ladder. One piercing goes vertically through the tip of his cock, the metal balls on the end perfectly placed to hit a woman’s g-spot.
Hold up, is that a thing? Piercings to pleasure his partners? Now, that’s the kind of altruism I could get behind.
But I know one person who’d never get piercings down there: Colt. He’s too strait-laced. He doesn’t even have tattoos!
Oh my God, why am I thinking of Colt again?!
Andrea has cursed me. If I need therapy now, I’ll make her pay for every hour.
I should delete this video and block the rude, pierced stranger, but my finger hovers over the trash can icon. Why am I hesitating? With a few taps I can get him out of my hair and?—
I press play.
Guess you win this round, Horny Me.
The room in the video is dark, blue light dimly illuminating the stranger’s lower body. I can’t see his face, but I’m much more interested in the current view, anyway.
A thin happy trail leads to a patch of trimmed hair at his crotch, his massive dick rising proudly from it. He grips the base, stroking languidly. The muscles in his forearms bunch and his big hands look like they’ve been carved by an ancient Greek sculptor. Are veins supposed to be this sexy? Don’t even get me started on his abs…
Why is it always the cocky assholes who win the genetic lottery?
Heavy, ragged breaths and guttural moans drift fromthe speakers as he pumps his length faster, pre-cum pearling from the engorged, reddened head.
How badly I want to count his piercings with my tongue while he slides down my throat until I choke…
I’m tempted to text him my unfiltered thoughts, but I’ve never sexted before. Thisissexting, right?
I cringe. OnlyIwould overthink my response to a dick vid.
But maybe there are unspoken rules or he’s just trying to make me feel better about my own dirty clips.
