The Love Series: Volume 3

Me: If I were there, I’d cover your body with mine until our heated skin touched everywhere. I’d take your rosy lips in a deep kiss, tasting your mouth and groaning at the flavor that is almost as sweet as your pussy.

Me: Then I would work my way down to your amazing tits and hard nipples begging for my attention. And I’d give you everything you wanted. Licking the sensitive tips, nibbling, and sucking on them until you are writhing with desperate hunger and pleading with me to fill you and make you come.

I paused, and after a few beats, it showed the message as read. Then the little dots popped up for just a second before disappearing. Either she had intended to ask for more, or she was going to tell me to stop. But then I would know she’d read my dirty fantasy.

Me: But I wouldn’t give you what you want just yet. No, then it would be over too soon. And I can’t fucking get enough of you. Moving on, I’d trail my tongue down over your stomach to your bare mound (If it’s not, don’t tell me. It will be). I love that nothing separates me from your pussy. The delicious smell makes me so hungry. Settling between your legs, I’d separate your wet pussy lips so I could see how pink and swollen you are, your little clit hard and needy. So pretty. Fuck. I never want to leave. You’d be soaked, dripping with desire.

Me: I promised to always help with that, didn’t I?

Me: The rough texture of my tongue would drag up from bottom to top, and fuck, it tastes so damn good. Your hips buck when I lick your sensitive clit and you moan my name. My name, Charlotte. MINE.

Sometimes, I would talk her through a fantasy to the very end, but I was feeling a little evil and decided to be a tease. I had a hunch that it would make for a fun day tomorrow.

Me: Imagine my tongue licking you over and over, baby. Fucking your tight channel and drinking down your juices that are gushing from it. Can you feel it, Charlotte? Your body would tighten as you climbed to a peak. But you can’t quite reach it, you need more. You’re almost there. Are you ready? If I fuck you with a big, long finger while I suck your clit, you’d be so damn close. All you need is...

Me: Fuck, baby. I wish I was there to show you. But I’m not, so I guess you’ll just have to find out in your dreams.

I was horny as fuck and in need of an icy shower, but I still chuckled at my sinful little game.

The read receipt popped up, and I smirked as I dropped my phone onto the bed beside me. I was willing my painful cock to soften just the tiniest amount so I could hobble to the shower when I heard the ping of another message. Very few people had the number for this cell phone, and at this time of night, it was usually my brother. I loved him, but his timing was shit. Sighing, I lifted the device and was shocked to see Charlotte's name.

My cock jumped. “Down boy,” I ordered. Not that it listened. Swiping the screen to open the message, I read it twice before I howled with laughter.

My woman: That was just mean.

I tossed my phone on the nightstand before gingerly making my way out of the bed and into the bathroom for an ice-cold shower. Then I returned to my empty bed, wishing as I did every night that she was with me.

It was a couple of hours before I drifted to sleep.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” I licked around Charlotte’s little bud and worked two fingers in and out of her pussy. Fuck, she was tight. It had taken work to get in the second digit, but I had to stretch her so she wouldn't be in so much pain when I popped her cherry. “I need you to come, Charlotte,” I commanded. I sucked hard on her clit, and she screamed as her orgasm barreled through her.

Motherfucker. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life. My cock twitched and the tip oozed with come, so ready to be buried deep inside my girl.

I glided up her slick, naked body and took her mouth in a deep kiss. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Charlotte.”

“You’re not terrible to look at either,” she teased through choppy breaths.

Her tits were bouncing with each pant, and I smirked wickedly as I tweaked a nipple hard in retribution. “Ouch!” she yipped, then she moaned when I licked it soothingly. “You have the sexiest tits, baby,” I murmured as I admired them. “But I can’t wait to see them grow big when you’re carrying my baby.” I licked my lips as I imagined sweet liquid beading on the tip. “I’m gonna feast from them when you’re dripping with milk. Fuck,” I groaned. “That makes me so damn hard.”