On the Line

by Naomi Loud

“You taste better than I could’ve ever dreamed,” Ozzy whispers near my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. “I’ll make sure you lose to me more often.”

“I’d crawl on my hands and knees …” Leaning closer, I caress her cheek with the back side of my hand and whisper in her ear, “To have you on my tongue again.”

“Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside your cunt, while your piece of shit boyfriend is within earshot.”

“If I could swallow you whole I fucking would, consume all of you just for another taste.”

“Careful princess, you wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out that their perfect little girl is getting finger fucked by the help.”

I’d crawl on my hands and knees to have you on my tongue again. Ozzy’s heated declaration floats back to me, reminding me that words can act like a healing balm. That words don’t need to hurt. They can glide over my skin, making me shudder with pleasure instead.

“All I want is to consume every little piece of you until there’s nothing left but the taste of you on my tongue,”

“I’m not just going to fuck you, baby.” Ripping the wrapper open, I roll the condom over my cock. “I’m going to make you forget any other man exists.”

“James, this was never just friends for me. As soon as I first saw you, I knew you were about to change my fucking world, baby. I love you doesn’t even come close to describing what I feel for you,” I profess, kissing her lips, her nose, her cheeks. “But I’ll tell you every minute of every fucking day that I love you if it means I can keep you forever.”