A smile tugs on my lips. I can almost hear her tentative voice if she were to say that.
I didn’t miss the worried note in her eyes or the fear she tried to hide when I left.
Jonathan scares her and for that alone, I want him the fuck away from her. That’s why I chose to go with him willingly.
I type.
Aiden: I’ll be doing a lot more than texting you back when I’m done.
The reply is immediate.
Elsa: Like what?
Aiden: Like finish what I started. You owe me a fuck, sweetheart. I need to pound in you so deep, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
Aiden: Also, I need to come down your throat again just to engrave the image from earlier to memory.
Only it’s already engraved in memory.
The way she looked up at me with her mouth filled with my cum will stay with me until the day I die.
My dick strains against my trousers just thinking about it.
Now that I’ve had that visual, I need to do it over and over again because I don’t get enough.
Not when it comes to her.
Elsa is an addiction that first got under my skin, but is now flowing through my veins and into my bloodstream.
I need to bleed out to get her out.
And even then, I doubt she’d leave.
She sees my texts. The dots appear and disappear as if she’s thinking about what to reply.
Elsa: I’ll let you do that.
I raise an eyebrow.
Aiden: Is that so?
Elsa: After you tell me a story. You’ll owe me two after a fuck and a blowjob *winking emoji*
Hmm. She’s being manipulative more than usual lately.
It makes me so fucking proud.
Aiden: Pass.
Elsa: But I was looking forward to repeating today.
Little fucking tease.
Oh, she’s good. She’s getting so good at playing my game.
Aiden: Kinda want to fuck the shit out of you right now, sweetheart.
Elsa: I’m good with that, too.