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“Fuck, baby,” I hiss. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Nobody has to know.”

Nobody has to know.

“Are your panties wet?” My words are barely audible.

“Yes.”

“Just a little bit or soaked all the way through?”

She moans again. “Now that I’m teasing myself through my panties, I can feel the wetness through the fabric. I wish it were you touching me.”

“Jesus, I wish that too.”

“Are you touching yourself as well?”

“I’m fucking my fist wishing it were yours,” I grind out, my voice low and gravelly.

“I wish I could taste you. I wish I could have you. Just once, Hudson. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so sick. Maybe you could heal me.”

I pump my cock and tense as my orgasm builds. “If we ever crossed the line, there’d be no coming back, baby. We wouldn’t heal. The sickness would fucking spread. I can barely think of anything beside you right now. If I actually had you, I’d become obsessed.”

A frustrated sound rips from her. “This is torture, dammit! It’s not fucking fair!”

“Shhh,” I say in a soothing tone. “Someone will overhear you. It’s just us right now.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong.”

But we are. It’s so wrong. What we want to do is even worse.

“Take your panties off,” I demand, desperate to have this moment with her. Tomorrow we can go back to staying away, but tonight, I want this. “If I can’t touch you, I want you to do it for me. I want you to tell me every goddamn sensation, Rylie, because I’m going insane not knowing. I want you to push your fingers into your tight, slippery cunt and I want you to taste how sweet you are. I need to know just how good that forbidden fruit tastes. Please.”

She gasps and then a slight moan slips from her. My cock is aching in my grip. I close my eyes and think about her perfect pouty lips. I imagine what it would feel like to rub the tip of my dick against her bottom lip. Would she flick her tongue out and lick me? Would she suck me into her throat?

“Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck.”

“I’m so wet,” she whispers. “When I touch myself normally, it doesn’t get like this.”

“Because it turns you on that I’m over here fisting my cock wishing you were here to do it instead?” My words are clipped and gravelly.

“Y-Yes, I’m very turned on.”

“How many fingers are inside your pussy, Ry?”

“One.”

“I’ll never get to push my thick cock into you, baby, but I want to know what it would feel like. Put another finger in and tell me how it feels,” I demand, my balls heavy with the need to come.

“Tight,” she breathes. “I have to use the…um…the juices to get it slippery so it’ll slide in better.”

Fuck me.

“Is it in now?”

“Yes.”

“Do the same for that third finger. My cock is much bigger than your little fingers, heathen. But you can pretend it’s me, right?”