Page 52 of Filthy Series


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“I pull away and rest your ass against my one arm, freeing a hand.” My fingers squeeze my shaft harder as they drift down my length and relax when I get closer to the tip. Thinking of Reagan in my arms and feeling her skin against me has me ready to come quicker than I’d like to admit. What happened earlier doesn’t make it easier. “I reach around your body, putting my hand between us, and dip my fingers into your panties.”

“I need you, Jude.”

The flush in her cheeks has my willpower slipping and my voice sounding needy and edgy. “What do you need, Reagan?”

“I want you inside me. I’m achy and hot.” Her tongue darts out again, and her chest is rising and falling quicker.

My strokes even out, becoming more fluid. “I pull your panties to the side because I’m impatient. I need to be inside you too. My cock’s nudging your pussy. Do you feel it?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard and opens her eyes, turning her head to face me. “I can feel it.”

“I push inside.” I stop talking for a second because my ability to speak is becoming challenged. I’m too close to the edge. “I want to feel every inch of you as I take you slowly at first.”

“Where’s your mouth?”

“Against yours. I’m kissing you deeply and capturing your moans as I thrust into you harder. Your ass is pressed against the glass, and I’m holding you against me, leaving no space between our bodies.”

When the water starts to move and the bubbles part, I stop stroking my cock. I’m too lost in the possibility I’ll catch a peek of her body to even move. “You’re riding my dick, meeting each thrust as our bodies collide. I’m moaning your name with an arm wrapped around your waist and the other still cupping your ass.”

“You feel so good inside me.”

The water moves, and I see a hint of breast, making my cock twitch. “Do you feel how bad I want you?”

“I do,” she whispers.

I grow silent, listening to her uneven breathing and the disturbance of the water as she plays with herself. I’m transfixed. There’s no other way to describe how I feel. Her cheeks are flushed, and her tongue keeps darting out, sweeping against her lip. I watch, waiting for the moment she comes apart.

“Grind on my cock, baby. Come for me,” I say, even though I’m not pumping my fist in my hand anymore. I’m being greedy and selfish, and I know it. She opens her eyes, catching a glimpse of my face, and I can tell she knows. I move my hand, feverishly stroking my shaft to catch up. As if not skipping a beat, within seconds, a looming orgasm is simmering just under the surface.

I pick up the pace, matching her rhythm. “I’m buried deep inside you, pushing myself as far as I can go.”

My words cut out, and I can no longer speak. She’s moaning and so am I. We’re both close and too lost to say anything else. I can’t close my eyes or look away as her mouth falls open and her breathing stops. I’m right behind her, my body quaking from the massive orgasm ripping through my system.

The amount of foreplay and hearing Reagan talk dirty has me so close to the edge that my vision blurs from the intensity. My eyes drift closed for a moment, and the bursts of light behind my lids become blinding. I suck in a few shaky breaths, trying to drag air into my lungs before opening my eyes.

Reagan’s face is closer to the phone, and she’s staring at me much in the same way I had stared at her.

“That was hot,” she whispers, sounding too afraid to admit it any louder.

“It was.” I laugh softly and regret coming in my bed. There are remnants of our dirty talk all over the sheets.

“You make a funny face when you come.” She giggles.

I pull my body closer to the edge of the bed and stick my face right into the camera. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s something like this.” She sucks her lips into her mouth, making a fish face.

“I do not, Reagan.”

Her laughter grows louder. “Do too. Want proof?”

“You don’t have proof.”

She’s laughing uncontrollably and nodding her head. “I do, though.”

My eyebrows draw together, and my heart hasn’t stopped beating wildly in my chest. “How?”

She inhales and blows out slowly, trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard. “I took a screenshot.” She bites down on her lip and blinks a few times, feigning innocence.