Page 73 of Breathe Like Hell

How many times have you looked at that picture? Pervert

If he thought I was a pervert now…

I wouldn’t have replied to him at all if I didn’t have a plan for this interaction, but I did. There was a purpose to this. A perverted one, yes, but a purpose nonetheless. I’d given myself enough time to make up my mind on this, and I was losing my sanity the longer I stared at this picture without doing anything about it.

My thumb hovered over the screen for another minute before I typed out my next response.

Me

Send me a video of you eating her out

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, Mason started typing.

He stopped. Started again, stopped again.

I gripped my phone harder, my entire body one continuous line of tension, my jaw clenched tight enough to ache. I wasn’t worried about him obeying me. I knew he would. But my patience was far from endless right now.

Mason

Send me the aftermath of whatever you’re about to do while you watch this

I tossed my phone back onto my desk, the device clattering loudly on the wood, and reclined in my chair. Would Mason tell Dakota the purpose of the video he was taking right now? Did she know he’d already sent me a picture of her? I honestly didn’t know.

He made her worse.

While I suspected her recent behavior was product of her need to make me give in to her and not a desire to hurt me, that didn’t make me enjoy it any more. She’d get what she wanted eventually—I couldn’t control that. But she didn’t need to piss me off to get it. She needed to be fucking patient.

How many weeks had she spent lying to my face? Fucking him behind my back?

I wasn’t sure if I was angrier about the fact that she’d done it at all or the fact that she thought she was getting away with it. She also didn’t seem to feel any desire to stop fucking him, despite me knowing about it now. But two could play that game.

It wasn’t long before my phone vibrated again.

The speed at which I sat up and snatched it off my desk was pathetic.

But I couldn’t stop myself, and there was no one around to see my desperation. I clicked on the video, then pressed play.

It started with Mason’s face mostly out of frame, only his shoulder and the side of his neck showing, but it was only a few seconds before he lowered himself on top of Dakota, mouth skimming along the curve of her bare breast.

I adjusted my hips on the seat, my cock somehow swelling even more in my slacks.

He dragged his tongue up over her nipple, swirling around the little pink tip, sucking it into his mouth, before moving across her chest to suck on her other nipple. I palmed my erection, hardly able to breathe as I watched him licking and kissing, watched his saliva glistening on her skin when he moved his mouth off her tits.

My knees fell further apart, body slumped in my chair, hand gripping my bulge.

Mason showed Dakota’s pussy on the video, showed how wet and swollen and perfect she looked, then slid her thighs over his broad shoulders and lowered his mouth. His brown eyes flicked up to look at her face as he kissed her clit, lightly at first.

I fumbled with my belt, unzipping my fly and shoving my boxers down far enough to free my dick. I tugged my shirt up so I wouldn’t get it messy, abs flexing with my breath. Precum was already slick all over the tip of my cock and I swiped my thumb through it, shuddering at the sensation.

He licked long and slow up the length of her pussy, taking his time exploring every place she was soft and slick. I could envision the taste of her so perfectly, and it’d been so long since I’d had it.

I groaned low and I gripped my cock hard, my fist starting to move up and down, twisting at the crown.

Mason looked at the camera again briefly, then he dipped back further, lower, tongue skating over Dakota’s ass for just a second. She squirmed.

I wanted it. I wanted to fuck her there.