Page 81 of Sexting Mr. CEO

"Newsflash, Sparkplug. I've been obsessed since day one. Ally – stop monitoring but keep driving."

"Are you going to rehearse making another baby, Luke?" Ally says.

I laugh. Of course, Sera has used her individual tuning to make her version of Ally sassy and hilarious. "That's none of your business."

"Turning off monitoring," Ally says. "And have fun."

"Luh-Luke," Sera moans as I stroke my hand between her legs, pressing down on the apex between her thighs through her pants. "Oh, Luke."

I groan as I lean forward, pressing my lips against her neck, the car moving effortlessly around the track like a symbol of how far we've come. She makes the sweetest whimpering noise when I slip my hand inside her pants, over her folds.

She squeezes her thighs around my hand.

"Touch... my... clit..."

I love when she gets demanding. I love how much we've grown together. She's gone from never believing her bookish fantasies could come true... to experiencing those fantasies every chance we get. I massage her clit, addicted to the sound of her whimpers and moans.

With my free hand, I pull up her shirt, kissing her breasts, tearing her bra aside with my teeth so I can suck her pert nipples.

I rub her softly at first, but then her moans intensify, growing more urgent. I can't hold back. Her orgasm sends tremorsthrough her entire body as we glide through the darkness, toward the future, together.

THE END