you made… Do you
remember?
Me
I remember. I remember
you being all talk until I
had to show you how it’s
done.
The response was instant, like he’d been waiting.
Satan’s Spawn
Oh, baby, you’re gonna
pay for that.
His next message followed so fast it might as well have been one.
Satan’s Spawn
I can still taste you on my
tongue. Sweet little cunt,
so desperate you were
riding my face like you
owned it. Bet you’re wet just
reading this.
Oh man is he right. My free hand fists in the sheets, my nails digging into my palm. I can hear his voice in the words, that low, smug drawl that makes my skin prickle. My thumb brushes over my clit through thedamp fabric of my panties, a whimper escaping my lips before I can bite it back.
Me
Maybe I am. What are
you gonna do about it?
The dots dance on the screen for what feels like the longest minute of my life before his message pops up.
Satan’s Spawn
I’m gonna make you come
so hard you forget your own
name. Then I’m gonna fuck
that smart mouth of yours
until you’re choking on my
