Page 55 of Bourbon Breakaway

“Touch that pussy for me, Joey. Put your fingers inside…”

I dip one inside again, even though he can’t see me I want to do as he says.

“Put more in,” he commands. “Stretch yourself with your fingers… fuck them in and out and imagine my cock when you do it.”

I’m wet as hell, and three fingers glide in easily. I fill myself, imagining it’s him even though the girth isn’t even close. “I wish it was you. Fuck, I want your dick right now.”

“How many fingers do you have inside?” He’s more breathless than before.

“Three.” I pump them in and out.

“Oh, good girl,” he grunts. “My naughty girl.”

Hearing his panting ramps me up to the next level, and I have to pull my fingers out to give my clit some relief. “Even over the phone you’re the best lay in the world, Pup.”

“I’m going to stretch you wide open. I can’t wait to sink into your pretty pussy again.”

Jesus… my clit is on the verge. “I hope you’re close… I’m fucking close and I want you to come with me.” I swear I hear slapping noises on the other end. “Did you lube yourself up for me?”

“Just like your creamy, messy pussy…” He moans again. “I’m going to come…”

I close my eyes and play out our porn on the back of my eyelids. His pecs and his flexed biceps glisten with sweat and his giant cock and manly veins pump in and out of me. “Shit,” I murmur the word, something between a word and a groan. My release surges through me, a hot, heavy wave. I ride it out as long as I can, whimpering as it comes. “Ashton, I want you inside me…”

“Ahhh… I’m going to fuck you so hard, Joey…”

A sound like him gritting his teeth and biting down a groan sounds in my ear, and we come together hard.

When I open my eyes, I literally see stars.

His moan of satisfaction slows by breath in the way onlyhe can calm me. “Mmm.” I can practically feel his deep voice vibrate my earlobe.

“Mmm,” I moan back, because my brain won’t form words yet.

“I wish we could sleep together tonight.”

“Me, too.” My eyelids are heavy.

“Every night.” His voice is sleepy.

But my heart awakens at the thought.Every night.

I squeeze my eyes shut more tightly as if to capture this feeling of being wanted by him. “Night, Ashton Dane. I L you.”

“I L you, too.”

Chapter Fifteen

My cell beeps,and a smile crawls across my lips, slowly and sensually, just like Jolie has been crawling up and down my body in my dreams.

But when I flip over my phone, I’m awoken straight away from my fantasy because it’s not Joey… but her brother.

Fuck. I never texted him back after he asked about Joey or even yesterday. Normally, we text multipletimes a day.

PUCK BOY

DUDE, YOU NEVER GOT BACK TO ME. I HAD AN EXCUSE… TWO EXCUSES, ACTUALLY, IF YOU MUST KNOW, BUT WHAT’S YOURS? UNLESS YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT SOUTH-AFRICAN EXCHANGE STUDENT CAME BACK TO SC, I WAS HOPING YOU’D HAVE A REPORT ON JO. I THOUGHT YOU HAD DINNER WITH HER?

My eyebrows go tight, me thinking how many times between then and now Joey has been the main course. I sit up and stare at my cell for a minute. What the hell am I going to say? Lie? To my best friend? I just need a little more time. More time. Like more time will solve the real problem… I press my fingers into my eye sockets and wonder how Lo will take this when he finds out.

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