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Mr. M
I grinned to myself and folded the noteup. Of course, he assumed I would be flying somewhere to meet himfor his birthday. I wasn’t going to pretend I would turn him down,either. Billionaires probably went all out for their birthdays, andI could stand to experience that kind of excess, at least once inmy life. I hoped my boss would be understanding aboutit.
I picked up the dildo and weighed it inmy hand. It was substantial and very familiar, as I’d committed itto memory. Matt had sent me a dildo made from a cast of his owndick.
It was a nice one, too, Ifound after I peeled the wrapping off. The surface was soft to thetouch, but the toy was solid enough overall that it would get thejob done. Every ridge and vein were exactly how I remembered. Eventhe colors matched my memory. And at the base, of course he’dincluded his balls.
I laughed and went to mybedside table. Though I was tempted to use all my toys right away,the odds were high that mom might check back in to see if she couldwheedle the contents of the mystery package out of me. I didn’twant my first, glorious time with all my new treasures to getinterrupted.
Plus, it would take some time to chargethe Magic Wand.
There were two othergoodies in the box: a set of butt plugs in gradually increasingsizes—so, he’d been listening to me while telling me my filthybedtime story—and a neoprene bottle that had “Stay Hydrated”printed on it in loopy font. I snickered at that.
I grabbed my phone. I wasn’t textinghim to be pathetic, I assured myself. I was texting him to saythank you for the gift because it was the polite thing to do. Therewas nothing desperate about it.
I considered the dragonsitting innocently on the bed, then whipped my top off. I lay backon the pillows and propped the dragon toy between my tits, thenraised my phone up and snapped a picture from the neck down. Iattached it to a text that said,Thanksfor the presentsand hit send.
Typing bubbles popped up and I held mybreath.
Thanks for showing him agood time.
I cuddled the dragon tighter to mychest and held in a squeal. I was being so ridiculous and there wasnothing I could do to stop.
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As hard as I tried, I couldn’t keepMatt off my mind. I put myself on a strict no-contact order or elseI would have been texting him every day. A week passed before hemessaged me again.
Want to do somethingfilthy?
My heart rate went throughthe roof. I was sitting on my couch, blinds drawn, consideringgoing to bed. It had to be three in the morning in NewYork.
Before I could answer,another text popped up, quickly followed by another:It’s a group activityandcall me if you’reinterested.
The message had barelyshown up on the screen before I hit dial.
“You’ll never guess whatI’m doing,” Matt answered, in lieu of a hello.
Judging by how out of breath he was, Ireplied, “Running on a treadmill?”
A high-pitched, “Don’tstop!” gasped out in the background.
My jaw dropped. “Are you fuckingsomeone right now?”
“I am. A lovely womannamed—I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked her.
“Amanda,” she answered witha moan, clearly unbothered that he’d forgotten.
“You’re fucking a stranger?”The naughty thrill of it sent a shock straight to myclit.
“Well, I’m all the way outhere on the east coast—” his answer cut off as he hissed inpleasure. “—and you’re on the west coast, so I asked my new friendhere if she would assist.”
“I’m coming!” Amandashrieked in the background. “Oh god, I’m coming!”
I wished I was. I wasn’tjealous about him fucking another partner. That would be silly,because nothing about our relationship precluded it. But I wascertainly envious of this Amanda.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Mattwent on. “Listen.”
And then he put the phoneclose enough that I could hear the popping and sucking noises ofhis cock pounding into her.