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Eva: Yes, fuck yes. It’s your cock slamming into me. It feels so good.
Me: That’s right, it’s my cock deep inside you. Slamming into you, making you feel me all over. Is that what you feel Eva?
Eva: Oh God, yes Brett. I’m so fucking close.
Me: Use your other hand and rub your clit.
Eva: Fuck.
Me: Now pinch it and let go. Let it wash over you.
Eva: I’m coming Brett.
Fuck. It’s unbelievable that this girl can get me so turned on without so much as seeing her. Just texting her and I’m ready to come.
Me: Sexy as hell Eva.
Eva: Damn, I’m so glad I texted you.
I can’t keep the smile off my face as I read her message.
“It’s not the rumors, Brett. It’s you staring at your phone with that fucking smile on your face,” Dave says.
“Shut the fuck up,” I toss back.
Me: I’m always glad when you text.
“I heard she sleeps around. They would make a good pair,” James says to Dave.
Anger burns through me and I jump up, knocking my chair over. I grab ahold of James’ shirt and get right in his face. “What the fuck did you just say about her?”
He’s trying to pull my hands off, but there’s no competition. My anger is in control now. “Dude, relax,” he says.
“You want to talk shit about me, go for it. But she’s off limits. You fucking got me?” I say through clenched teeth.
“Brett, come on man. It’s good, he was trying to be funny, let him go,” Dave pleads, pulling on my arms.
“James, did you fucking hear me?” I hiss.
“Yeah, I fucking heard you. Get the hell off me.” He tries pushing me away, but I just push him back further in the chair.
“Brett,” Dave yells.
I let go of James and grab my phone that dropped. Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I turn around. “She’s off fucking limits,” I yell and kick the chair across the deck on my way out.
