Page 69 of Dr. Bad Boy

I slide my hand into my pants and squeeze myself.

My come sliding down those pretty pink lips, all swollen and slippery wet for me.

I groan and tip my head back, and that’s when my phone chimes.

V: I am. Hi.

Fuck me. A simple text almost puts me over the edge. Well, a text and the memory of marking her and her sweet, innocent greeting.

Breathing hard, I force myself to stop jacking off.

M: Wasn’t sure. What time do you usually go to sleep?

V: Another half-hour or so. I’m in bed.

God damn it. I want to be there. I want her here. I want to buried balls deep inside her.

M: Tell me you’re naked.

V: I’m naked.

M: Send me another photo.

I want to tell her I want the wolf, but I also want to see if she saves it for last. If it means as much to her as it does to me.

V: One of your sketches? Or me naked right now?

Before I can answer, more dots appear under her name. Then a photo pops up.

V: I like this one.

It’s the bare curve of her thigh, leading up to her hip. Where the dragon’s eye was, and now my name is all that remains in grey letters.

I squeeze my cock once more and tuck him back into my pants, my pulse heavy in my neck as I lean back in my chair.

M: You’re stunning.

V: And now I’m blushing.

M: Beautiful.

V: Stop it.

M: Are you going to make yourself come again tonight?

V: I might wait.

M: Until?

She hesitates. Then…

V: The next time I come to your house.

M: Friday.

V: Is that a question?

I grin.

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