Mia’s hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel of her car, parked just outside the hotel lobby. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it wanted to escape. For eighteen months, Alex had been nothing but pixels and filthy words on her screen. Every night they’d spiral into hours of sexting, her describing how she’d ride him until her thighs gave out, him telling her exactly how he’d pin her down and f**k her throat until she cried. The teasing had been endless.
Edging sessions that left her soaked and desperate, voice notes of her moaning his name while she f****d herself with the thick dildo he’d told her to buy. “Good girl,” he’d type back. “But save that tight little cunt for me.”
And now he was real.
She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one last time. Black
