Page 11 of Roughing the Princess

Tova had just gotten out of a long relationship a few months ago. My last relationship hadn’t lasted as long as hers. But the breakup was pretty recent too.

“Eh. I thought too much about you the whole time,” I texted. “My ex didn’t like that.”

Another eye-roll emoji.

I smiled. “You know, if you rolled your eyes at me in person, I’d spank you for it, princess.”

“I swear if you call me princess one more time, I’ll be the one spanking you.”

“I wouldn’t mind your hands on my ass. But I’d prefer mine on yours.”

“You wish.”

I smiled. I did wish. I wished very much. And I knew it was wrong. But I slid my hand beneath my sweatpants and boxers. I’d fucked my hand to images of her since I was a teenager. I was already hard. And I couldn’t help it. Just a picture of her did it for me. But now I was talking to the real thing. Picturing my hands on her tight ass. I wrapped my hand around my cock. Wishing it was her lips instead.

“I think maybe you’re the one wishing,” I texted with one hand as I started stroking myself. “You looked lonely in that big bed all by yourself the other night. Want some company?” I scrolled back up to the picture of her. I stared at her tan thighs as I stroked myself faster. If she’d just pulled her shirt up a tiny bit more I’d be able to see her thong. Or maybe she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the shirt. I pictured her pussy wet with need. Begging for my mouth. My fingers. My cock. I stroked myself faster.

All I wanted to do was reach into the image and pull the fabric up with my teeth. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear my name on her lips.

“You wish,” she texted again.

So fucking badly, princess.I closed my eyes and let the back of my head hit the headboard. I pictured her straddling me, her t-shirt riding up her hips.

I imagined pushing the fabric up the sides of her torso, exposing her tits. Pulling her shirt off over her head. Her blonde hair falling in waves over her breasts, her hard nipples still poking through.

She’d guide my cock into her wetness. I groaned, gripping my cock even tighter. Imagining how tight she’d grip me.

I pictured her moving her hips. Putting her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Her fingers digging into my muscles.

Ride my cock, princess. Just like that.I felt the familiar pull in my stomach. I grabbed a tissue and exploded into it. Shot after shot. I closed my eyes tighter, imagining feeling her greedy pussy clenching around me.

I exhaled slowly and opened my eyes.Fucking hell.

My phone buzzed again. I grabbed it and stared down at her text: “But it’s late. And I need to get to bed. Night, Talon.”

“Good night, princess,” I texted back. “Don’t have too many dirty dreams about me.”

I knew I’d be dreaming about her all night.

***

I couldn’t stop smiling the next day.

Or the next.

Or the several after that while at practice.

Jasper and Mav were giving me hell, but I didn’t even care.

Tova and I didn’t text every day. She was still on tour. I knew she was busy doing her thing. And I was busy doing mine.

But every night, even if we hadn’t spoken all day, I’d text her the same thing: “Good night, princess. Don’t have too many dirty dreams about me.”

She was very fond of responding with that eye-roll emoji. And I was very fond of stroking my cock while I thought about spanking her for her insolence.

Tonight I didn’t want to just tell her to dream about me though. I wanted her to watch my game. I wanted to be able to picture her tracing her fingers up her thigh as she stared at the screen. I wanted to imagine her chanting my name as she came, her fingers buried in her tight pussy. It was all I could fucking think about.

“My first preseason game is today,” I typed out and hit send. I pulled on my jersey as my phone buzzed with her response.

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