If you want me to tell you what I’ll do to you
There was no response for a minute, then two, then three. I almost thought I’d pushed her too far, but just as I was considering backtracking, the phone buzzed again.
Hastily, I tapped on the picture she’d sent, my eyes nearly rolling back before roaming over the screen and taking in every inch of skin. My little devil’s tits, a perfect handful topped with the prettiestpiercednipples I’d ever seen were gracing my eyeballs.
Biting my knuckles to hold back the groan threatening to escape, I zoomed in greedily.
Yup. That’ll do it.
Goddamn, I’m a lucky motherfucker.
Addy: Glad to know you’re aware of your fortune
First time I’m feeling fortunate in about a decade
Addy: I’m nothing if notgenerous
I’ll return the favor, baby
Addy: Yeah?
Addy: And how are you gonna do that?
A surprised but nonetheless pleased huff of laughter escaped me as I adjusted myself in the bunk. These things were too fucking small.
She probably hadn’t even noticed it had stopped being hypothetical in her mind, but I sure as hell had.
Chapter 18
Addy
Holyfuckingshit.
There was somethingseriouslywrong with me. Absolutely had to be. My heart was beating a million miles a minute but not for the goddamn right reason.
Not because I was texting a criminal on a contraband phone who had way too many connections on the outside, but because I was fucking enjoying it.
No, enjoying it didn’t even come close to expressing how I felt. I was wired up, giddy and flushed. The first glimpse I’d ever gotten of my convict had sent a bolt of something I wasn’t ready to name straight to my core.
An orange jumpsuit pushed down and tied at the waist should not be having this effect on me. The fact that my goddamn panties were thoroughly soaked proved me to be a liar. I fully blamed Channing Tatum inStep Upfor this particular proclivity.
I groaned, running a hand through my hair and closing my eyes for a moment.
What was I doing?
Sasha: I’d fuck your mouth first
Sasha: Make you drool and gag all over my cock until there’s no more sass left
My clit was throbbing and I was squeezing my thighs together. The urge to slip a hand between them was intensifying and becoming harder to ignore. Something was really fucking wrong with me, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from flying over the screen.
Oh, I see. So it’s all about you?
Sasha: Nah
Sasha: Tell me you’re not turned on, then
I could lie. Sasha would be none the wiser. How could he, locked up and hundreds of miles away? But I didn’t want to and I didn’t even have it in me to lie to myself.