“Do you like it?” I asked, pulling away from her so I could fully see her as she rode my hand. “When I tell you how crazy I am about you? When I tell you how fucking obsessed I am?” Her cunt fluttering around my fingers was the only answer I needed. Her whimpers music to my ears. “Yes–” “Every night,” I admitted. “Every night I fucked myself to the image of you. Those nudes—fuck, I was so pissed—but I couldn’t help myself.”