Page 142 of Breaking the Pucking Rules

“Oh my god,” I gasp as I do what I’m told and brush my fingers against my swollen clit. “Why aren’t you here?” I complain as I circle it a couple of times before pushing lower.

A filthy groan spills from my lips as my fingers slip easily inside my body.

I’m embarrassingly wet, considering I’m alone.

Kodie Rivers: Casey?

“Oh god,” I moan.

Casey Watson: So wet for you…

Kodie Rivers: Fuck, I wish I could see you.

My eyes lift to the video call option…

No, Casey. Don’t do it.

If you see him…

I shake my head.

If I see him, I’ll want more.

I’m already taking more than I should.

Casey Watson: Have you got your hand wrapped around your cock?

Kodie Rivers: Yes. Fuck, yes. Trying to imagine it’s you.

Casey Watson: Same. But I don’t touch myself like you do. I can’t make myself come like you can.

Kodie Rivers: Fuck, you’re killing me here.

Casey Watson: What would you be doing if you were here?

Kodie Rivers: I’d have my face buried in your pussy. I’d have your juices all over my mouth.

His words have my release surging forward faster than I can control.

My fingers move quickly as warmth begins to bloom from my core.

“Oh god.”

Kodie Rivers: And I’d have two fingers inside you. I’d curl them, finding that spot that makes you cry out my name.

I picture him fisting his cock as he types these words, his muscles taut and his skin glistening with exertion.

Fuck, he’s unbelievably hot.

Kodie Rivers: You’re going to come all over my face and fingers before I stretch your pussy open with my dick.

“Oh god. Oh god.”

Kodie Rivers: Then I’m going to take you bare, fill you up before sitting back and watching as I leak out of you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Kodie motherfucking Rivers,” I cry out, my body convulsing as pleasure consumes every inch of me. “Oh my god. Fuck.”

My chest heaves as aftershocks keep firing off, extending my pleasure.