Prologue
August
I need you, it says.
I’ve been waiting to hear from her all day, waiting for the right moment. I know what I need to tell her, and I’m ready to make it perfect for her.
Tell me what you need, I text back.
You. I need you, she responds immediately.
I angle my BMW to the side of the road, parking it under a small group of trees. The street in this part of town is deserted right now. Everybody is having dinner, seeing a show, or safely at home. No one is wandering the warehouse district. It might as well be a ghost town.
Are you ready for me? I ask.
I’m so ready, she replies. I’m so wet for you rn. I need you to make me cum.
That's what I'm going to do.
I start firing off messages one right after another, not even waiting for her to reply. The floodgates are open. She’s willing and ready, and I need to seal the deal. I need to make her mine.
That pink dress you sent me a picture of the other day? That’s what I want you to wear. I’m going to get the belt and untie it with my teeth. Unwrap you like a present.
Pick you up and put you on the counter, push your knees apart. That good?
Yes! she texts back.
I am going to to rub your pussy through those white lacy panties, slip my finger inside and feel your hot juices. You're all swollen and pink.
Going to stretch you open, tease you with my cock, rub it all up and down you until you’re moaning for me. I like to hear your voice. I want you to say my name.
Just when you're ready to cum, I’m going to stop touching your sweet little clit and get into you. Want to be splitting you open, want to feel how wet you are for me inside. But I won't let you stop, and I won't let you cum.
Not yet.
Want to take you all the way there and let you catch your breath, over and over. Take you right to the edge.
You’re so ready for me, but so tight. I have to get your knee up over my shoulder so I can plow deeper into your sopping wet pussy.
Hold onto your waist and plunge into you over and over again. Deeper and deeper. Faster and harder.
Taking you right to the edge. Right there. You’re squirming, begging me to make you cum. You want to cum for me, don't you?
I do! she writes. I'm so ready to cum for you. I could cum right now. Tell me more! I can't even keep quiet, I'm moaning…
I have to take a breath. She’s getting me so hard I’m going to shoot my load in my pants. I don’t want to lose control, but it’s getting out of hand. I wait just a few seconds, then start again.
You can feel every inch of me, sliding in and out, every ridge, every last bit. My balls slap on the bottom of your ass.
You're so juicy, but still so tight, I fill you up… I’m going to fill you up until you can't take anymore.
Yes… Yes! she texts back.
I see headlights coming up behind me and turn my phone face down, not wanting to attract attention. The car goes by and the driver doesn’t even turn toward me.
But I’m not ready yet. I take you right to the edge again and then pull out, get on me knees to spread your legs open and eat your pussy.