Page 5 of Cyber Revenge

I stare at it like it means more than it should.

Fuck. I need to get out of my head.

I step into the shower, flipping on the water so hot it burns at first. Steam curls up the mirror and the tiled walls. My muscles ache, tense from sitting too long and being painfully hard for too long.

I press my palms to the wall and let the water pour down my back.

Everything about her is still in my head.

The way she moves. The way her voice dips low when she gets serious. And the way I remember her from that one thirst trap video, the one I’ve watched too many times to admit.

She was in a sheer white tank. No bra. No shame. Her split-dyed hair was up in a messy clip, neck exposed, thighs parted just enough to show black lace between them. She sat on the edge of her bed, legs open, mouth parted like she’d just started touching herself off camera.

Her caption?

“What would you do if I were yours for the night?”

I wrap my hand around my cock, already rock hard. I don’t even have to close my eyes.

I canseeher.

I can see those thick thighs bouncing while I drag her onto my lap. Can hear her moaning my name as I fuck her deep, slow, until she begs for more.

I stroke my cock from base to tip, slow and tight. The water slaps down over my chest, but I barely feel it.

I want her bent over my tattoo chair. Want her wrists tied behind her back with my belt. Want to mark her, bite her, make her forget any man existed before me.

“Fuck, Lydia…” I muttered, breath ragged.

I pump harder, faster. My grip tightening. My muscles tensing.

I imagine her riding me, tits bouncing, her nails raking down my chest. I’d let her come once, maybe twice, then edge her until she’s crying. Then I’d flip her, fuck her until her voice is hoarse from screaming my name.

I come hard, groaning low, head drooping forward, my free hand curling into a fist against the tile.

Hot cum splashes across my abs, some hitting the wall. I stand there for a long minute, breathing hard, letting the water rinse it all away.

I press my forehead to the wall, eyes shut, jaw clenched.

Tomorrow, I'll play with her again.

Tomorrow, she’ll get a little closer to learning who I am.

And hopefully, when she finally figures it out, she’ll never want anyone else.

FOUR

LYDIA

Idon’t leave my house unless I absolutely have to.

Grocery delivery was invented for a reason. So was weed delivery. And as long as my Wi-Fi is strong and my vibrator is charged, I don’t see the point in socializing with people who don’t exist behind a screen.

I’m perfectly happy right here, stoned, half-naked, gaming, and occasionally moaning into a mic for money.

It’s the dream.

The sun is already trying to punch its way through the blackout curtains when I crack an eye open. My hair is a disaster, half-blond, half-red, all chaos. I yawn, roll over, and grab the pre-packed bowl from my nightstand. One hit. Then two. Then three.

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