Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
My birthday is in a month. I’ve already decided on my gift. My assistant will send you flight information and further instruction.
Fondly,
Mr. M
I grinned to myself and folded the note up. Of course, he assumed I would be flying somewhere to meet him for his birthday. I wasn’t going to pretend I would turn him down, either. Billionaires probably went all out for their birthdays, and I could stand to experience that kind of excess, at least once in my life. I hoped my boss would be understanding about it.
I picked up the dildo and weighed it in my hand. It was substantial and very familiar, as I’d committed it to memory. Matt had sent me a dildo made from a cast of his own dick.
It was a nice one, too, I found after I peeled the wrapping off. The surface was soft to the touch, but the toy was solid enough overall that it would get the job done. Every ridge and vein were exactly how I remembered. Even the colors matched my memory. And at the base, of course he’d included his balls.
I laughed and went to my bedside table. Though I was tempted to use all my toys right away, the odds were high that mom might check back in to see if she could wheedle the contents of the mystery package out of me. I didn’t want my first, glorious time with all my new treasures to get interrupted.
Plus, it would take some time to charge the Magic Wand.
There were two other goodies in the box: a set of butt plugs in gradually increasing sizes—so, he’d been listening to me while telling me my filthy bedtime story—and a neoprene bottle that had “Stay Hydrated” printed on it in loopy font. I snickered at that.
I grabbed my phone. I wasn’t texting him to be pathetic, I assured myself. I was texting him to say thank you for the gift because it was the polite thing to do. There was nothing desperate about it.
I considered the dragon sitting innocently on the bed, then whipped my top off. I lay back on the pillows and propped the dragon toy between my tits, then raised my phone up and snapped a picture from the neck down. I attached it to a text that said, Thanks for the presents and hit send.
Typing bubbles popped up and I held my breath.
Thanks for showing him a good time.
I cuddled the dragon tighter to my chest and held in a squeal. I was being so ridiculous and there was nothing I could do to stop.
* * * *
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keep Matt off my mind. I put myself on a strict no-contact order or else I would have been texting him every day. A week passed before he messaged me again.
Want to do something filthy?
My heart rate went through the roof. I was sitting on my couch, blinds drawn, considering going to bed. It had to be three in the morning in New York.
Before I could answer, another text popped up, quickly followed by another: It’s a group activity and call me if you’re interested.
The message had barely shown up on the screen before I hit dial.
“You’ll never guess what I’m doing,” Matt answered, in lieu of a hello.
Judging by how out of breath he was, I replied, “Running on a treadmill?”
A high-pitched, “Don’t stop!” gasped out in the background.
My jaw dropped. “Are you fucking someone right now?”
“I am. A lovely woman named—I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked her.
“Amanda,” she answered with a moan, clearly unbothered that he’d forgotten.
“You’re fucking a stranger?” The naughty thrill of it sent a shock straight to my clit.
“Well, I’m all the way out here on the east coast—” his answer cut off as he hissed in pleasure. “—and you’re on the west coast, so I asked my new friend here if she would assist.”
“I’m coming!” Amanda shrieked in the background. “Oh god, I’m coming!”
I wished I was. I wasn’t jealous about him fucking another partner. That would be silly, because nothing about our relationship precluded it. But I was certainly envious of this Amanda.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Matt went on. “Listen.”
And then he put the phone close enough that I could hear the popping and sucking noises of his cock pounding into her.
“Did you hear it?” he asked after a moment.
All I could imagine was a gorgeous, wet pussy split by his thick, hard cock, and I moaned aloud. “If I were there, I would lap all of that up. Run my tongue around your cock while you fucked her. I would love to make her come again while you were inside of her.”
“You should hear what my friend Charlotte wants to do to you, Amanda,” he told her, though whether she was able to pay attention over her own vocalizations was in doubt. “Charlotte, let’s make a plan to do that next time we’re together. I would love to see you tonguing someone’s pussy while I fuck them.”