Page 69 of Begin Again Again

Beth pulled away, a sly smile playing on her lips. “So, am I still allowed to go home and do things to myself while I think about you?”

And just like that he was hard again. “I dunno. Are you going to send me more pictures?”

“That could be arranged.” She shook her hair back. “Did you like them?”

Did he like them? He’d come all over his stomach looking at them. He’d pulled out his phone a dozen times to stare at them today. He’d never risked getting busted by his old man at work like that, but he had for her. He wasn’t quite sure why. It was something in her eyes maybe—how excited she looked. She seemed real, the way the best porn seemed real. Looking at her now, her mouth flushed, her eyes half-lidded, it was tempting to say, ‘fuck it’ and ask her back to his. But he knew better than that.

“I liked your pictures.” He bent his mouth to her ear. “But if you’re going to send more, I want a story.”

“A story?”

“Yeah. I want to know what you’re thinking about while you’re fucking your pillow like a dirty girl.”

His words hung in the air but before he could panic that he’d gone too far, Beth smiled. “You’d like that, huh?”

“Yeah.”

She ducked her head. “Okay, I’ll text you what I’m thinking about, but you might need to wait a while. Without tequila, I need time to pump myself up.”

“Why don’t I help get you started?” He wove his fingers through her hair, gently tugging her closer. “What are you going to think about while you fuck yourself tonight, Bethany?”

She looked away, cheeks reddening. “I don’t know… your body? Why am I so nervous?”

He’d never seen her so shy before. It was cute. “I could give you something to think about?”

“I… that could work.”

He tugged down her dress, exposing the tops of her perfect tits. He admired them for a moment, then bent to give them a kiss.

“God, what are you doing?” Beth moaned.

“Showing you what you should think about.” He kissed his way into the hollow of her neck. “I want you to think about the day we met. You call out to me, only this time I don’t get your number, I tell you to pull over.”

Beth shifted in his lap, pressing herself against his hard cock. Normally he would have winced, but without the pressure he was going to have to take her home and use it, it didn’t bother him. He gripped her hips, adjusting until they were locked together.

She ground herself along him. “What next?”

He bit back a smile, excited that she was this excited. “You’re going to get out of the car and come with me. And I’m gonna lead you into some strange half-built house and you won’t know who else is around or what I’m gonna do to you.”

“I’d be scared,” Beth mumbled, hips rolling hard against him.

“I bet. But you won’t leave, because you want to find out, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He exhaled, cock throbbing inside his jeans. “I’m gonna bend you over a frame and pull your jeans down. You want me to take my time, but I don’t. I just shove everything to your feet and expose your little pussy.”

She made a high, whimpering noise. “Byron…”

“Shh.” He reached down, gripping her ass under her dress. “Maybe you tell me to stop, but I can tell you don’t mean it. Maybe I don’t even care. If you didn’t want this to happen, you shouldn’t have called out to me, isn’t that right?”

“No…” she whispered. “Please don’t?”

A warning bell rang in Byron’s head and he let go of her ass. “You’re okay with this, yeah?”

Beth grabbed his hands, pressed them back to her cheeks. “Yeah, yes,please. Keep going. I like it.”

“We should make sure—”

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