Page 44 of Sexting His Son's Ex
Her: “I couldn’t help myself. You’ve been on my mind all day.”
I rut against the bed, thrusting my cock into the mattress, and moan, surprised that it feels so fucking good. It’s been too long since I’ve wanted someone this much. I’m about to crawl out of my skin. Enough is enough.
After tonight, I’ll find out who she is. Enough of these games.
I prop my phone up, leaning it against the pillow so I can grip the edge of the mattress while I fuck the bed. I moan, gasp, and grunt, giving her all the sounds I wish I could make while being between her thighs.
“I want you under me. I want to feel you around my cock, begging me for more.” I bite into the pillow, wishing it were her shoulder, wanting to leave my mark on her in every way possible.
Sweat beads across my forehead, daring to drip into my eyes. I manage to press send and grip the sheets in my fist, pulling on them in hopes they tear. I can hardly fucking breathe. The desire is burning through me from the inside out.
If I don’t touch Jovie again, and soon, I’ll die.
That’s what it feels like. Only her touch can make this throbbing ache disappear to bring me relief.
“Fuck,” I moan, driving my hips against the bed harder and faster.
Her: “Come inside me, Santino. I want to feel you drip out of me. Are you close? I’m going to come again.”
I snag my phone and take a few pictures, aiming my phone between me and the bed so she can see how much my cock is leaking for her.
Me: “You’ll take every fucking drop of me without saying a word. I’m close. I’m so close. I’m going to breed you and stay inside you long after we are done so your womb has no choice but to take me in. Every. Single. Day. Every. Single. Night. You’d be filled. You wouldn’t be able to get away.”
Her: “Like I’d ever want to get away from you. I’d want everything you’d give.”
“Jovie,” I moan, sealing my fate in Hell.
If I haven’t already.
Her: “I’d give anything to have you touch my body. To feel your fingertips slide against my skin. I want you more than I have wanted anything. Please, Santino. Give me everything.”
Me: “Such a pretty girl when you beg. Come for me.”
Her: “I did. Three times.”
Me: “Again. I want another.”
Her: “I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t do it.”
Me: “That’s too fucking bad. I want your entire body shaking when I come.”
I reach between my legs, my shaft warm from the blood pooling in my length. My skin stretches to the max, the muscle as large as it can be.
A video comes a few seconds later. It’s only ten seconds long and I’m already upset she ignored my demands.
Clicking play, her whimpers and whines are louder than they have ever been. Her hand is shaking as she grips the toy so hard her knuckles are white. Her body arches, allowing me to see light-colored trimmed hair. I can’t tell what the color is. It’s too dark in her room.
But I’m obsessed now.
I want to know. I want to bury my nose in it while I plunge my tongue inside, then lick up to her clit.
She shouts, her legs giving out and lying flat on the bed while she tries to catch her breath.
My orgasm threatens watching her fall apart and I don’t have time to record before I spill everywhere, painting my sheets with rope after rope. I groan with relief, rocking my hips slow and easy as I come down from my high.
“Fuck, Jovie. I need you.”
But she can’t hear me and I’m not sure if she’ll ever be able to.
