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I wished I could lick that cunt right now. I fucking missed the taste of it.
Once I managed to control my breathing and stop my dick from throbbing, I opened her chat back up and tapped on the little camera.
I held up my phone and took a picture of my cum-covered stomach, making sure she could see how hard I came because of her. My dick was still hard, and she could definitely see it in the picture.
This is what you do to me, baby.
I added the text below the picture and sent it to her. She read it, and I knew she was waiting for me to react to her video.
Loved seeing you finger-fuck that sweet cunt. Just how I showed you. Wish I was there to fuck your tight hole and have you swallow all my cum.
There was a pause after she read the message, and I liked to think that she was admiring the picture I sent her. I waited for her to reply with a smug grin on my lips.
I miss you.
That wasn’t what I expected after sending her that dirty text but I sure as hell needed to hear her say it.
I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath, then sent her one more message, hoping she’d sense the seriousness of my words.
Miss you too, sweet girl.
Chapter 27
REMEDY
I reopened the picture Fender sent me three days ago every ten minutes. I couldn’t stop staring at it. The veins on his cock stood out so much, and his tip was red and glistening with cum.
The muscles on his chest and stomach flexed, and the way his cum puddled between his pecs made me want to lick it all off.
Ever since that night, he hadn’t texted or called, and when I asked Jagger if he knew where he was, he told me not to worry.
The tension at the clubhouse grew heavier with each day that passed, and every time Jagger was in the same room as Woodrow, they didn’t speak. They didn’t even look at each other, which made it very obvious that there was something going on between them.
Rodney and Ace were also avoiding Woodrow as much as they could, and that was very unusual. They grew up together in this town, and before our generation was born, they used to be prospects in this club just like most of the younger guys.
I wanted to ask Woodrow if something happened behind closed doors. If he might’ve made a deal with someone others weren’t on board with. But then, anything they decided, they decided together. And with Fender gone, they wouldn’t make a big decision for the club.
It was Sunday so I didn’t have to go to work for Alistair today, and I planned a full day of watching movies and eating junk food to distract myself from reality.
I got out of bed and put on a sweater, then headed out of my room to go downstairs and make breakfast. I heard someone close a drawer, and when I reached the kitchen, I was surprised to find Fender standing there.
My lips parted, ready to say something, but instead, I took him in from head to toe. God, he’s handsome.
His dark, loose jeans hung from his hips, and his dark green flannel peeked through from under his leather cut. I took in the club’s logo, then lifted my gaze to admire his brown, wavy hair. I missed burying my hands in it. I missed touching him.
He turned around and met my eyes, then he smirked and my knees almost gave in. “Morning, baby.”
I sucked in my bottom lip and bit down on it, not able to speak just yet. My eyes were glued to his, and I tried my best to recover from the sight in front of me. I really missed him. My heart missed him. And so did my body.
My fingertips started to tingle. I needed to touch him.
I took a step toward him and smiled up at him as he reached for my hands to pull me closer.
He wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tightly against him as I pushed my hands under his cut and around his waist. “Hi,” I whispered, relieved that he was okay. I knew he would be even if I hadn’t heard from him in days but the others would’ve told us if something would’ve happened.
“Missed me?” he whispered into the crook of my neck.
He knew I did. I nodded.
