Page 3 of Turn Me On
Tell me what you’re wearing first.
That pink lace bra that you like. The matching underwear is so skimpy, it’s barely there. Only held on by two small ties on my hips. Maybe you can take it off with your teeth?
Are you trying to get me to come in my pants?
I laughed with my whole belly as I circled my most sensitive spot, quickly falling back into the sparks of pleasure his words and my fingers were bringing me.
Is it that easy?
With the way I’m fucking addicted to you? It could be.
Tell me more. Tell me how you’d fuck me.
My dick slides into you so well. You’re always soaked for me. The way you take all of me like such a good fucking girl every time makes me weak. I want everyone to watch while I pump inside you and suck on your tits. All your moans belong to me. I’m going to fuck your face with my tongue and swallow up each and every little squeal you make.
I rubbed myself faster.
Will you fill me up with your cum?
Yes, babe. Me and only me.
Can I sit on your face after? Will you eat my pussy while you drip out of me?
Fuck, yes. Ride my mouth. Suffocate me with that cute little cunt of yours. Work yourself across my face.
Will you stroke yourself while you eat me out?
Is that what you want?
Yes, please.
The short text was all I could manage as my muscles contracted and a sharp, sweet warmth filled me up from the inside out, igniting my nerve endings for a few ecstasy-filled seconds.
Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll beat myself to the taste of us and come all over my chest while you drown me in your release.
My chest heaved as I answered him.
I’ll lick it clean off when you’re done.
Fuck, that’s hot. Where are you? I need those pouty lips wrapped around my cock before everyone else gets to see them.
I pulled my hand from my panties as I typed my final reply.
Come and find me.
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rider
I practically kickedin the door to room fourteen—the last room at the very end of the private wing. Charlie always put a magnet on the door of the room we had for the night. A rose-tinted lipstick kiss that was an actual copy of her own mouth. As soon as I saw the glint of metallic pink above the door handle, I rushed headlong down the hall and threw open the door.
“Did you choose this room just to toy with me?” I asked, slamming the door behind me.
I whipped off my belt and threw it to the floor before shrugging out of my pants. She was spread out on the bed, looking like a snack, completely unfazed by my bluntentrance, save for the lazy smile on her lips. A smile that was showcasing those two little dimples on her pink-toned skin. Fuck me.
“Why ever would I do that?” she asked in a fake Southern accent, hand to her chest, batting her round, hooded eyes as if she were the most innocent thing in the world.
I knew better. My cock was already hard in my boxer briefs, and I needed to fuck my curly redhead’s face before I let the rest of the club soak up her glory. Before she got to be theirs, she needed to be mine. Pulling my shirt over my head, I stumbled toward the bed before it was even around my neck.
