Page 65 of My Turn Petal
Right as I receive his call in my earphones, I moan. “Mmm.”
“I think I’m gonna start wearing skirts to school because I can’t have a boner during class.”
I laugh at his silly remark.
“My toy is sucking my clit,” I tell him, “And I’m pretending it’s you.”
He makes a low growl and I fucking see stars.
“Fuck, petal, your sweet clit between my teeth, begging to be sucked.” He takes an audible inhale. “My hands clasp around your thighs while my cock drips for your pussy.”
Oh my god.
That vivid image and the vibrations of my toy send me into a feral orgasm.
“AHH,” I press the device harder, “I’m c-coming.” I whimper and moan.
“Good, come for me.”
I sigh. Satisfied.
He makes me come two more times before he ends the call. “I’ll see you at home soon, petal.”
Later that day, I listen to a new smut book Theo purchased for me, a hot as fuck audio.
I’m sweating inside my overall and I’m only in chapter eight—bless you smut authors.
Shuffling through my wardrobe, I put an outfit together for tonight’s concert.
I avert my gaze to a pair of black jeans that hug my ass tightly and make me feel sexy. Taping my finger over my mouth, I grab my white plain t-shirt and my black leather jacket. I’ll wear some rings and bracelets and a choker.
Yes.
Paired with my boots.
Double yes.
I sigh as the character is being slammed by a mega cock and orgasm for the second time. Good for her.
Since it is noon, I decide to grab lunch, and as I make my way to the kitchen a man with a ghost mask stands in the doorway as the audiobook is still playing in my earphones.
“Shit! You fucking scared me.”
The characters still bang each other in my ears and I’m staring at him. Slightly paralyzed.
The black robe makes it hard to analyze the structure of his body. He cocks his head to the side. His hands are at the sides of his frame.
He is big, no doubt about it.
Am I in some kind of fantasy?
Closing the door behind him, he just stands there, not moving a muscle.
The only psycho in my life who would do such a thing is, “Theo…?”
He starts striding toward me, soundlessly, and leisurely.
What the fuck.
