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“I have to return downstairs before they get suspicious,” he told me. “But I want you to stay up here with your fingers on that clit. I want you to rub that little pussy until you come for me, and then I want you to put those dirty fingers all the way up in that tight little cunt, as far as you can take them.” He paused, and his smirk was so good. My fingers were already rubbing my clit when he spoke again. “You’re going to send me a picture,” he told me. “Of you up here stretched nice and wide and thinking of me, and I’m going to be downstairs, eating dessert with your mum and dad and thinking about all the filthy fucking things I’m going to do to you at my place tomorrow.”
I managed a nod, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My breaths were ragged and I was focused. So focused on the buzz between my legs.
“I’ll be waiting for that photo,” he said, and leaned in for a kiss.
And then he pushed two fingers inside me hard. Unexpected and hard.
Enough that I cried out, but it was muffled by his open wet mouth consuming mine.
He licked his fingers so hard before he got up from my bed, and there was that filth in his eyes again. Always that filth in his eyes.
“So much better than apple pie,” he said, and sucked them clean. “Make sure you fill that pussy for me, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting.”
I was already pushing two fingers inside me when he closed the bedroom door behind him.Chapter Thirty-TwoMilesThere were no words to describe the combination of repulsed and aroused I felt when that next message buzzed in my pocket from Faith upstairs. Repulsed at my own filthiness, and the way I was rocking the morals to whole new low. Aroused for the insane fucking desire I had for the girl that had captured my everything.
Diane and Colin were sitting directly opposite and I had their daughter’s pussy scent on my fingers, and it was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Yet so fucking right at the same time.
I was truly zoned out from the general chat from her parents at this point in the conversation, and luckily they were engaged fully enough with Erica that I slipped my phone out of my pocket for the second time over without any attention whatsoever. It was easy enough to call up the picture well out of sight of anyone else.
And there it was, just as I’d requested. Dirty enough that I nearly shot my load in my pants. Her expression pained but so fucking pleasured. Those dainty fingers working so hard to stretch her wide.
I’d be looking at that picture for a long fucking time to come, that was for certain.
It took so much effort to concentrate on my apple pie knowing full well what was happening in the bedroom upstairs. I attempted to engage in conversation, but it was nothing like my usual social facade.
By the time dessert was finished even Erica had tuned out of her chat and was fixing me with a questioning glance as she sipped on her latest wine.
I didn’t fuel the fire any by giving her a reaction.
“Thank you for a great night,” I said to Diane and Colin, surprising all three of them when I got to my feet. “I have to be leaving, I have a lot of work to get done tomorrow.”
“No rest for the wicked, hey?” Colin asked, and stood to shake my hand across the table.
If only he knew.
Diane leaned in for a hug as I passed, and I thanked her again for a lovely meal.
Erica was more of a standoff, both of us glaring awkwardly and making no move whatsoever to close the distance as Colin and Diane stared on.
“I’ll see you on Monday,” I said finally, and she nodded, brushing a loose strand of blonde behind her ear.
“Yes, Miles. I’ll see you at work.”
And that was me done.
I grabbed my coat, and made my way out of there, grateful for the refreshingly cool night air. I smiled to myself as I called the picture up on my phone again, turning back on myself to stare up at the glow from Faith’s bedroom window through the curtains.
It was a risk to call her and I knew it. I just counted the odds that Diane and Colin would still be caught up with the wine downstairs, and no doubt quizzing Erica on what the holy shit had been deteriorating between us over the past few years.
She answered on the third ring. Her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Miles?” she asked, and I loved her fucking excitement so fucking much.
“Tell me how that pussy feels,” I told her, and her breaths were so quick to speed up.
