Page 31 of Resisting His Charm
“I’m wet, but it’s not for you. My fingers are the ones doing it.” I can’t help but be defiant.
“I’m the one getting you off, babe. Your hand is just the tool I’m using. Now, stop playing with your clit and dip those fingers into that tight cunt I know is dying to have my cock fill it.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I push two fingers inside my pussy. His filthy mouth is doing things to me I never thought possible over the phone.
“Tell me, Poppy, how much do you want my cock filling you right now?” he asks.
“My fingers are doing just fine,” I reply.
“Pump them fast. I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“Oh god!”
“Notgod, babe, Sammie is the name you’re looking for,” he reminds me. “Fuck yourself faster, harder. Do it just like I would. Just how you fucking love it.”
My fingers pump in and out of my pussy faster, but it’s not as good as when he’s done this. It never will be. “I fucking hate you,” I moan as pleasure runs up my spine, and my thighs lock in place.
“Sure you do,” Sammie says. “Hate me while you come for me, Poppy.”
My entire body seizes up as I come apart, falling over that cliff. I scream, making sure not to utter his name, even though that’s all that’s in my head.
“You good?” Sammie’s voice takes me out of my moment of bliss. I turn to the phone.
“I hate that you’re so good at sex stuff. I’m never going to be able to find someone else who can do me this good.”
“Thank you?” His response comes out as a question.
“It was a complaint. Not a compliment, Sammie. Why are you calling me?”
“To give you an orgasm, you know, one like no one else can give you.”
“Don’t get cocky. The night is still early, and there’s a bunkhouse full of cowboys,” I tell him.
“How many?”
“How many what?”
“How many cowboys live in this bunkhouse?”
“Ten maybe. I don’t know. Why?”
“Just wondering how many families will have to be notified of their loss when I blow it to pieces.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, I would,” he says bluntly. “What time do you finish work tomorrow?”
“What? You can’t go from threatening to blow people up to asking me what time I finish work, Sammie. Are you insane?”
“Probably a little. But honestly, if you met the rest of my family, you’d realize I’m really the sane one of the lot.”
“I have no intention of meeting your family. You really shouldn’t come here tomorrow. I think we should call this now. It was fun. Now it’s done,” I tell him.
“You’re right. It has been fun, which is why there is no way in hell that we’re stopping anytime soon, Poppy. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest. You’ll need it.”
The call cuts off, and I lie here staring at my phone.
“Argh, he can’t be serious,” I groan as I contemplate how I’m going to shake this guy.
