Page 64 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“Already working on it.” I pop the button on my dress pants and slide my hand inside my boxer briefs, fisting my cock. “Where’s your hand right now, Ophelia?”

“Inside my panties,” she replies.

“Good. Tell me how you feel. Are you soft and wet, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I-I’m wet,” she stammers. “Are you hard?”

“Rock fucking solid picturing your fingers between your gorgeous thighs. I can’t wait until it’s my fingers filling you up,” I admit.

She sucks in a breath. “Fuck, Mac.”

“You make the prettiest sounds when you’re just about to come.” I increase my pace on a low growl.

“I love that. I love it when you groan like that,” Fee pants.

“When I get home, I want you to spend the night with me so I can be the one making you feel good.”

“Me, too, so badly,” she whimpers. “Mac, I think…I-I-I’m getting close.”

“What do you need to get there? How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” she pants.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I tsk. “Yours are so delicate, add another one for me.”

“O-okay.” She makes a keening sound.

“Is it better?” I cajole. “Are you fuller?”

“Uh-huh. But I know it’ll be better when it’s you.”

“I’ll fingerfuck you until you’re creaming in my hand.”

“Oh God. That’s…” She comes, moaning my name and I can envision her shuddering, knees clamped together, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I follow right after, her name tumbling roughly from my lips.

Our labored breathing slowly settles.

“Hi,” Fee whispers shyly.

“Hey.” I’m sated and relaxed. “Feel better now?”

“So much better,” she sighs.

“Good. Me, too. But I wish you were here so I could snuggle you to sleep.”

“It’s a date when you get home?” she asks hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

CHAPTER 24

FEE

Ihold up the sweatshirt, surveying my work with an excited shimmy. A few days ago inspiration hit and I poured all my feelings into it. I hope Mac loves it. I tuck it into my overnight bag, giddy with anticipation, and meet Tally in the hall.

“I’ll handle the treats and you can throw the catnip mouse?” she says.