Page 26 of Painted Love


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What's keeping you up?I ask him.

Three little dots...You know what it is.

I can almost hear his voice saying it, the gruff tone and the way his eyes would look like molten steel.

Tell me, I text him back.

I'm thinking...

Those little dots pop up and down. I wait, holding my breath.

I'm thinking about how I missed you, sure, but how I also missed that gorgeous body.

Those beautiful tits with the pink nipples that taste like strawberries.

The pussy that's always wet for me and the way you scream for me when I bend you over.

My breath hitches at his dirty words.

I'm thinking about how I want to strip you naked, throw you on the bed, and fuck you until you're screaming my name.

I bite my lip, my fingers trailing down to my clit, teasing myself through the fabric.

I rub the pad of my thumb against it, feeling the wetness through my PJ shorts.

And the texts keep coming.

I'm thinking about how I want to fuck you until we're both sweaty and spent.

I moan, imagining him pinning me to the bed and taking what he wants from me. I imagine him thrusting inside me, his cock driving me forward, until I can only beg for more.

I'm so hard right now, Piper.

The idea of him stroking his cock just a couple doors down, thinking about me, maddens me, and I move my thumb faster, rubbing over and over, feeling my nipples harden through my nightie.

Jesse's next message comes through almost immediately.Are you touching yourself?

I moan into my pillow, feeling my vision blur a little. I can't believe I'm texting him like this with his family in the house--that I'm texting him while I touch myself, while I picture him stroking his cock and thinking about me. I'm moaning into the darkness, and there's nothing I can do to keep the sounds from me.

I'm touching myself,I tell him.God, I'm so wet for you. So wet for you, Jesse.

Jesse's replies become shorter and shorter.I'm about to come, Piper.

I imagine him coming, down the hallway, just on the other side of this wall, and my body clenches at the idea of him emptying his release into his hand.

And I can't hold back.

I thrust into my hand, desperately rubbing my clit, just as I hear a noise I'm almost certain is Jesse on the other side of the wall--Jesse coming along with me. I drop the phone on the bed, shaken by the most powerful orgasm I've had since I got pregnant.

There's nothing like coming with Jesse.

Nothing like the way he talks to me.

I gasp in breaths as I recover from my orgasm, reaching for my phone with my other hand. I pick it up and look at the screen just in time to see another text come through.

Fuck.

I laugh and type out a lazy response.You too?

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