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Too far?
Fuck it.
I was a grown woman. If I wanted to sext some mysterious dude with a god-like dick, I could do just that. Still wondering if he was watching, I angled the phone and snapped a pic of me in my black lacy bra and underwear.
Not at all.
Then I sent the picture. Not one second later, he texted back.
Fuck. You’re making this whole anonymity thing rough.
Yeah?
Yeah. You’re so fucking sexy. I want to rip those scraps off and taste every inch of your body. I would tease your nipples, licking, biting, and sucking your perfect tits until you were close to coming from that alone.
My pussy pulsed with need. I moved my hand down my belly to my panties, slipping under the lace, and started to slowly rub my clit. Closing my eyes, a tall, dark, and handsome man popped into my mind.
I awkwardly texted back with my free hand.
What else would you do?
I would throw those delicious, thick thighs over my shoulders and devour you. I’d use my tongue to tease your clit until you were begging me for more. When you were a sweaty, desperate mess, I would slide my thick fingers inside and work you until you came all over my hand and face. I’d lick up every drop of your cum.
I slid two fingers in and moved them in and out, curving them to hit precisely the right spot while my thumb pressed my clit. I imagined the dream man’s rough hands moving over my body, filling me over and over.
I’m hard just thinking about you. I want you to touch yourself.
Too late. Already there.
You’ve got me so wet. Aren’t you watching?
No. Do you want me to?
I didn’t have to think about it.
Yes.
Grabbing my vibrator, I kicked my panties off. The silicone toy buzzed to life, and I inched it in slowly, moaning loudly. The idea of Mr. Dick-Pic watching made me tingle all over.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
Goddess. Look at you. I’m pretending my fist is your tight pussy. What I wouldn’t give to be inside you, your pretty cunt squeezing my cock as you come over and over. I want to fucking ruin you, Celeste.
I dropped the burner on my face and slapped it away. Picturing a veritable sex god stroking that perfect dick, I worked the six inches of slick silicone in and out, the swirling vibrations stimulating everything. Toying with my hard nipples, I fucked myself, letting my drunk brain get carried away with fantasies of a hot man between my legs. Warmth spread through me, and I tipped over the edge.
Taking a minute to catch my breath, I almost forgot about my partner in crime. The burner buzzed, and I lazily picked it up.
That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re a fucking vision when you come. I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of plastic.
That piece of plastic had quite a bit of help from a certain creeper. Thank you for the orgasm. It was most appreciated.
You are very welcome. Good night, Les.
Night.
TWENTY-SIX
The Blue Moon pack house was bursting at the seams with powerful wolves. All the ranking women in the Midwest and South were in attendance, along with all the female Old Church Pack escapees.
