It was late.
Like, sin-o’clock late.
Natalie was snoring across the room with her bonnet still perfectly secured, probably dreaming of throwing holy water on me and my vibrator. And me? I was under the sheets.
Because Caleb was texting me.
And not just texting.
He was texting me like he wanted to finish what he started. Like his fingers weren’t enough. Like he regretted leaving me on the wall all ruined and leaking like a slutty faucet.
CALEB:
You still wet for me, peanut?
My p***y clenched so hard I almost dropped the phone.
I bit my bottom lip.
Wiggled under the covers like I wasn’t about to slide my fingers between my thighs for round two.
ME:
I dried off.
Then thought about your mouth.
So yeah… soaked again 😈
The dots popped up immediately.
My breath hitched.
My finger
