Page 36 of Filthy Mouth
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I lay in bed when my phone lit up, and I smiled, already knowing it would be Benedict. Time to admit it—he made me happy. I reached for my phone.
Baddy:My bed feels lonely.??
Me:Mine too. I miss that ten-inch steel pole poking me all night.
Baddy:What are you wearing?
I chuckled.
Me:My Nana’s nightdress.
Baddy:sigh, You’d still look hot.
Me:I doubt it. It’s ankle-length with little blue flowers.
Baddy:Good. Easier to tear off.
Me:You wouldn’t dare.
Baddy:I’d rip it straight down the middle, spread your legs, and make you wear the scraps while I fuck you.
I squeezed my thighs together, grinning at the screen.
Me:What if I’m not wearing any knickers under it?
Baddy:Then my bed isn’t the only thing lonely tonight. Spread those legs and touch yourself.
Me:Bossy.
Baddy:You love it. Tell me—are your fingers as wet as your filthy mouth was last night?
I bit my lip, heat building low in my belly.
Me:Maybe.
Baddy:No maybe. Be a good girl and slide them in. Pretend it’s my cock stretching you.
The phone lit up again—it was a video call. My pulse jumped as I answered. Benedict’s face filled the screen, dark hair brushing his neck, brown eyes pinning me like prey.
“Show me,” he said, voice low, no greeting.
I tipped the camera down slowly, teasing him with straps of silk sliding down my shoulders, the camisole clinging to my body. I tugged at my shorts, letting them slip lower until they gathered around my ankles. I kicked them off with a smirk, now bare beneath the flimsy silk.
“That’s not Nana’s nightdress,” he hissed.
“Oops,” I whispered, biting my lip.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed, propping the phone against a pillow so he had the full view. I bent over, letting the hem ride up as I revealed everything. His groan crackled through the speaker.
“Good girl. Stay like that. You’re mine, even through this screen.”
When I turned back, he was leaning close to his camera, jaw tight, chest rising hard.
“Now—get rid of the top. I want you naked when you play with yourself for me.”
