Sasha: The way I’d tear this off you with my fucking teeth.
Don’t threaten me with a good time
Sasha: Yeah? You like it rough?
Maybe
My nipples were rock-hard, rubbing against the cotton of the shirt I’d tugged down again after taking the first picture. Before I fully realized what was happening, my fingers had found their way under the waistband of my underwear and were circling my clit with practiced movements.
I was fucking soaked, just as he’d suspected, but I was too turned on to be seriously annoyed.
Sasha: I know you do
Typing with one thumb, I continued to play with myself, my mind conjuring up a whirlwind of vivid images: calloused hands, ropes of muscle covered in a sheen of sweat, and filthy words whispered against my skin.
So fucking cocky for a man who hasn’t seen any pussy in ten years
I was baiting him, wanting him to lose control like I was, but he never wavered.
Sasha: Show me then
Show you what?
My teeth had trapped my lip between them, digging into the soft flesh, almost painfully. My pulse pounded in my ears as I waited for his response.
Sasha: Show me your pretty little pussy. Prove you aren’t wet for me, if I’m so fucking cocky.
God fucking damn it. He had me cornered. This motherfucker. Either way, he was winning, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be a sore loser.
Letting the phone drop screen down on the mattress, I shimmied my underwear down my legs and opened the camera app once more.
Fuuuck. This was so wrong.
You’re safe. He’s hundreds of miles away. Nothing will ever come of this, it’s just harmless fun.
Spreading my legs I fiddled around, changing angles and lighting until I was satisfied. Might as well go out with style, figuratively speaking.
I snapped the picture, hit ‘Send’ and then threw my phone across the bed like it was a hot potato. My heart was pounding as I laid there, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy, and stared at the ceiling.
The phone buzzed and I lasted exactly sixteen seconds before I lunged for it.
Sasha: Jesus fucking Christ
Sasha: I knew you’d be fucking perfect, but you’re seriously killing me here, Little Devil
Your measure is probably a bit off, being … deprived and all that
Sasha: Nah, I know perfection when I see it.
Sasha: This is the prettiest, wettest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen
You’re welcome, I guess?
Sasha: I’m one lucky bastard.
Sasha: Well, sometimes
Too bad this is as close as we’ll get to the real thing