Page 62 of Don't Hate Me

There was silence. It was reckless of me to ask, but I wanted to know what Blake thought. She obviously was okay with moving on, but once she found out… would she be upset? Would she regret what was happening with us?

I shouldn’t have been excited about her finding out, but I was.

“I didn’t know you knew her name,” she muttered.

Shit. Should I not have spilled that?

“Everyone inthat placeknows,” I said, then paused. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it on the phone.”

“She’s not a problem anymore,” she said. “It wasn’t serious, and she ghosted me a while back after a fight. It’s just me and you now.”

I left out a sound of disbelief. “I dunno,” I said, letting my voice trail. “Maybe you can give me something to sweeten the deal?”

“I’m not sweet enough for you?” she asked with a laugh that caused my heart to skip a beat.

Reel it the fuck in, agent.

“I may need a reminder of just how sweet you are,” I said, dropping my voice low. “Touch yourself for me, baby, remind me how you felt.”

“I thought you said you’d never done this before,” she said, her voice breathless. Like she had already started the party without even fucking inviting me.

“Those perfect nipples first, baby,” I said. “Pluck on them for me. Pretend it’s me. Don’t you dare try and get yourself off yet.”

She let out a whine, but I heard a shifting of her clothes and a light moan not long after that.

“If I were there, I would take my time with you,” I said, letting my own hand wander down my front. “I would kiss every part of your body before circling my tongue over your nipples. You would be writhing, grinding against me while you begged me to touch you, but I wouldn’t. Not until your head swam and your body felt so hot you might explode.”

I didn’t need to do this. I could continue this relationship without having phone sex with Blake while my last target died at my feet. He was still breathing, his blood still staining my hands and face, all while I was getting hot and heavy with Blake.

She had no idea. No idea what I had done.I wanted her to know.I wanted her to imagine me covered in blood, shuddering at the idea of me fucking her with my still bloodied fingers.

“I want you to touch yourself,” she gasped. “Pleaselet me hear you.”

I didn’t want to comply. I froze before I forced my clumsy fingers to unbutton my pants and slip into them. I inhaled sharply when my fingers came into contact with wetness.

“I would let you touch me,” I said in a low tone. “I would guide your hand right to my pussy and let you get me off all while you watched, yet unable to reach your own release.”

I let out a low moan as my fingers came to rub circles in my clit over my underwear. I imagine they were her fingers. That she was here, kneeling in between my legs, a bloodied and naked mess.

She would look up at me with those green eyes while her fingers worked my wet cunt.

“Please,” she whispered. “I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Trail your hand down your stomach. You canlightlyrun two fingers down your cunt. But don’t come yet.”

I picked up the pace of my fingers. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back fully. I was lost in the fantasy of Blake. Of how I couldn’t wait to see her drenched in blood. How I couldn’t wait to make her come over and over again until she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t care about the mountains of bodies surrounding her.

“I want to hear you come first,” she said. “I’m so wet. My cunt is begging for you, but I’ll be good for you. I’ll make you feel good.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as a bolt of pleasure licked my spine. “So good. You make me feel so good, baby.”

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice dropping into a purr. “So fast, and I’ve barely even touched you?”

Goddammit, I was.My cunt was pulsing. So close to coming that my entire body started to tense in preparation.

“I am,” I whined. “I am. So close.”

I didn’t even recognize myself in that moment. I was needy and far too embarrassing. Was I really going to get myself off to Blake’s moans?

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