Page 27 of Sexting the Pakhan

I exhale sharply.Maybe is enough.

You sound like you enjoy that.

I’d enjoy every sound you make.

And that one gets her. I know it because the next message comes broken.

Fuck

Then:don’t say things like that

And then, after a pause just long enough to imagine her trying and failing to collect herself:or do. I don’t know.

I laugh, low and rough.You know.

I do.

Tell me.

Another pause.

Then:I like when you sound possessive.

I close my eyes, head bowed, hand tightening around my cock.You like feeling claimed by a man you’ve never seen?

Her answer is immediate:Right now? yes.

Good girl.

This time she answers with no hesitation:Again.

I go still. Then smile slowly into the dark.

Needy too.

Maybe.

Say please.

The pause that follows is exquisite.

Then:Please.

My hand stutters once on myself.Again.

Longer pause.

Then:Please tell me what you’d do.

I breathe out, slow and hot. There’s no point pretending restraint now.

I’d drag you onto my lap facing me and kiss you until you forgot every smart thing you’ve said tonight.Then I’d slide my hand under your clothes and feel how soaked you are for me before I fucked you down onto my cock.

Her answer is not a word.

It’s just:…

Then:Fuck you.