Page 45 of Country Charm

Cassidy: More.

Hell, I’m going to die. I’ve never texted anyone like this before, but I’ve also never wanted someone as bad as I want Cass. A few lessons from some of my romance novels would come in handy.

Me: I’d press myself against you, reach around and rub circles around your needy clit, dip my fingers into that sweet pussy. All while sucking and biting on your neck.

Cassidy: Would you make me come?

Me: No.

Cassidy: No?

Me: I’d push your hips into the counter and slip the tip of my dick into you. Then I’d go back to your clit with my fingers and make you come all over the head of my fat cock.

Incoming Call: Cassidy

I look down at my phone and raise a quizzical brow. Phone sex? I am not going to turn down the opportunity to jack myself off listening to Cass’s voice. It would be a helluva lot better than what I’ve been doing since she left.

When I answer the phone all I hear is rustling. I press my ear firmer to the phone and I hear a faint whirring noise. The next noise pulls a growl from my chest. Cassidy is moaning.

“Oh fuck,” she says.

“Cass?” I ask, not wanting her to stop, but making sure she meant to call me. She doesn’t respond. I hear her breathing pick up as she pants into the open air of her apartment. Is she in bed? On the couch we made out on?

“More, Hunt.” I lose all self-control and pull myself out of my pants. I start jerking myself off, making my pace with her uneven shallow breaths. She begins moaning louder and I can tell she’s getting close.

“Please give me more,” she begs. I can imagine it. She’s bent over a vanity and she’s begging for more of my cock as I drill her clit with my fingers, her wanting cunt trying to suck me in with tiny pulses.

I growl into the empty room, listening to my girl on the phone. I feel myself growing harder in my hand and I knowI’m going to want to get off soon. I reach over to the bedside table and grab some lotion. Spreading it over my thick shaft I imagine it’s her sweet pussy juice dripping down me.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” Cassidy is yelling. A loud moan that turns into a squeal cuts through the phone and I am done for. I come all over my hand and the shirt over my stomach. Like a goddamn teenager.

I haven’t even had a chance to clean up when I hear a gasp and some rustling.

“Don’t you dare hang up on me, Cass. I was doin’ the exact same thing,” I bark at her, my tone firm. Silence hangs in the air and I know she’s still contemplating hitting that red button to end the call.

Chapter Twenty-One

Cassidy

Well, fuck.

I remain frozen, phone in one hand, and Wanda in the other. Hunter has been on my mind, and in Wanda and my company for days, but that was in spirit. Not a literal sense. Today, he has virtually joined us.

We’ve been talking all the time, but today was the first time he breached any kind of sexual or non-platonic topic. I admit that I baited him with the shower line. He took it and I’m grateful.

The man has had me in knots. Every morning I wake up with him on my mind and throughout my day I just want to hear about what he’s doing and then fill him in on mine.

My week is so boring, so I feel like I’ve been making an immense amount of small talk. He takes what I give him and makes it into meaningful conversation. He makes me feel like he cares about the stupid bullshit, and not like I’m putting him out. I’ve never really felt like I was putting anyone out before, but the only people I really made an effort to talk to were my dad and thegirls.

Today I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to hear that he still thought about me sexually because I have been thinking about him fucking me, eating me, and playing my pussy like a fiddle daily. Multiple times daily.

He was so good at telling me his thoughts.

That’s because he’s a well-read man.

Hunter has the literary world at his fingertips in that house, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He doesn’t spend hours in that room, like I would if I had it. But it’s not wasted space to him either.

He has a country accent, but the words he uses with it. Genius.

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