My phone dinged. It was Jake. “Off at 7. Come over? Feel bad..
Added 2025-03-31 22:30:28 +0000 UTCMy phone dinged. It was Jake. “Off at 7. Come over? Feel bad about Friday. Wanna make it up to you.”
That made me smile and gave me this warm, fuzzy feeling hitting me hard just thinking about seeing him tonight. His texts give me that feeling deep in my gut, and I like that. He makes me think about things I shouldn’t, like when he touches me….it’s like fire—every time his hands brush my skin. He turns me into a sloppy mess when he does. I’m so into him it’s stupid, and I know he’s just as hooked on me. Friday sucked when he bailed, but I get it—shit happens. He wouldn’t leave me hanging unless it was real. So, no, I’m not mad.
His place sounds perfect. Just the two of us. I’m dying to get him naked. I want to feel his cock so badly—it feels so damn good sliding into me, thick and hard, stretching me just right. That slow push-in, the way it fills me up, then him sliding out and thrusting back in—touching things deep inside me that make me quiver. I texted back, “I’m there. Can’t wait.” Now I’m just counting down the minutes, already half out of my mind thinking about him inside me. And the best part? Scott thinks I’m having dinner with him tonight, but he’s in for a surprise. I will be having dinner with Jake…, and Jake’s dick will be my appetizer. I’m not going to tell my husband where I am. I want him to sit at home, stressed to the max, wondering who I’m with. He should know by now that Jake owns me now. But still, that sneaky, sexy thrill just makes it all hotter.
