Page 24 of Sexting His Son's Ex
He’ll be angry.
Him: “Are you still there or did I lose you?”
I scoff. Nothing he could do or say would have him lose me.
Me: “I’m here. I got caught up looking at your picture again. Can I have another?”
Him: “After I get my video that I asked for.”
Me: “How could I forget?”
Angling the phone between my legs, I flip the front camera on, double checking that my face remains hidden.
Perfect.
The only part of me he can see is… well… everything else.
I do my best to put on a show, sliding my hand down my body. I grope my left breast, arching my back and gasp Santino’s name as I imagine his mouth wrapping around my nipple. He sucks it between his teeth, biting down on the hard bead until I’m crying out.
My eyes snap open to stare at the ceiling, the simple thought of him touching me in any way has my orgasm impossibly close.
Lowering my hand between my legs, I circle my clit at the pace I like, wanting him to remember so when he sees me and has me for the first time, he will know what to do.
Jovie, you idiot. He’s twice your age. Of course, he knows what to do.
If there is anyone who doesn’t know what they are doing, it’s me, since I’m the virgin.
Slipping my fingers through my lips, I take my time, wanting him to see how soaked I am. My hole aches to be filled by more than just my fingers but I don’t have anything or anyone else to help me with that. Pushing two fingers in, I moan, my body on fire for more.
“Santino,” I whisper again, keeping it quiet enough where he can’t hear the tone of my voice.
He’ll wonder who I am, and he won’t be able to figure it out.
Turning my head, I bury my face in a pillow, suffocating my moans as I bring myself closer to orgasm.
My hips begin to rock on their own accord, back and forth, my body wanting me to go deeper. I can’t.
I needhim.
Closing my eyes, my imagination gets the best of me.
Santino is here, kissing down my neck, traveling down my body, praising every curve. He kneads my breasts, cupping them with his large hands. Even though his palms are big, I spill out of his hold, and he groans, licking a path to a hard, pink nipple.
“Santino,” And this time, I’m able to say his name without fear.
“I do love it when I hear my name on your lips,” he admits, his lips wet from adorning my body in nips and kisses.
He hovers above me, his forest green eyes locking with mine as his arm reaches between us and he guides his cock to myentrance. Damp black strands fall across his face. His muscles tense. Those plump lips of his part and a shaky breath releases.
He seems nervous.
Without another word, he captures my lips at the same time he drives forward, claiming my virginity for himself.
He groans from pleasure, and I whimper in pain, my nails clawing at his shoulders. I use him as leverage, gripping him with all my might as I wait for the pain to pass.
“I got you,” he says, placing a light kiss on my cheek. “You’re mine now, Jovie. All mine. I’m never going to let anything happen to you. I won’t move until you tell me to. I promise, the pain will pass.”
He’s so big, so thick, that it takes minutes for me to become comfortable with the stretch. I relax, breathing out a long breath when the pain to subside.
