#dirty texts

You are still naked, the sheets wrapped around your chest as you replayed the night you had spent with Leon. It had been…long. He’d started you with his mouth, lapping at your cunt until you were nearly dripping down your thighs, tugging at his hair with a white knuckle grip. Then he’d pressed in with his fingers, slow and deep, coaxing raw groans from you that as you look back make your ears pink with embarrassment. Leon had fucked you six was to Sunday, and you’re still recovering, still trying to gather your bearings nearly an hour after he had left.

He had wanted to say, but he had an early shift and you were anything if not understanding. doesn’t mean you don’t miss him though.

It’s alright, I’ll get it tomorrow. how you feeling?

His text reads how he speaks, short and to the point. You don’t take offense.

I’m a little sore. You fuck good for an old man

Your fingers hover over the keys, chewing at your lip as you contemplate sending this type of response. It’s a little bratty, a little jabbing considering how good he had made you feel earlier. Hitting send, you drop your phone onto your pillow and stretch, feeling the delish burn between your thighs.

oh yeah?

your phone buzzes not even two minutes later, and you can nearly hear the smug tone in Leon’s message. He has a tendency to be a tease, so you know he’s expecting some sass.

The phone buzzes again.

But old man? Little girl I just fucked your brains out and I could’ve kept going. I’m not old.

You read his text, feeling heat instantly food you. A grin pulls to your mouth and you put your hands over your face, trying to smother your reaction. You pull yourself from bed, turning on your shower and while it heats, you reach for your phone, another text lighting up your screen.

Stay naked. I’m on my way back, and I’m staying over.

x

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