Alex
I know exactly what I'd do, but that's not our game. Our game is what I'd let your Enzo do.
Me
He's not my anything.
Alex
In this, he is.
I swallow hard.
Me
What?
Alex
Pretend I'm there, standing in a corner. Watching as this Enzo gives in to the desire he has for you. It's hot, that. Another man wanting what's mine, thinking he will get it.
My hand is back inmy panties.
Me
And that is?
Alex
You.
A roll of delight washes over me, and I tremble.
Alex
I'd let him kiss you, touch you all over. Suck your nipples, and then I'd let him feast before he moves down. Between your thighs, I'd let him pat the folds and lick, slip his fingers into you, and thrust until you're quivering and warmed up to the point you're ready to explode. I'd let him ready you for me.
I swallow, moaning. I move my hand up to my breasts, rubbing and pulling, and then, as I read, shift back down to my pussy, pushing into myself as his words rock me.
Me
He'd let you?
Alex
In this fantasy, he'd have no choice. When you're on the brink of coming, he'd step aside and let me come in to finish the job. I'd thrust into you, stretching you, fucking you deep and hard where he was soft, and then I'd mark you as mine.
My breath is in short, uneven bursts as my body's pleasure builds and builds as I rub my clit and thrust my fingers into me, rocking on the edge of release.
Alex
Because you can play, but you belong to me, Lola. Every last orgasm. Every inch. Every hole.
I come hard, shattering as I read the words, and after, I come back down, exhausted.
Alex
Did you come?
