Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

Lucky fucker. If she belonged to me, I’d be even worse. She wouldn’t have a spare minute to breathe unless it’s to scream my name while I fuck her, spoil her, and worship her.

I need to respond with something non-dirty. Because if I’m going to use my words, I’ll say them with my filthy fucking mouth, not a text.

“Thanks for this, Glitch.” I love the way she says my name. I want to make her scream it till her throat is raw. Holy shit, what’s wrong with me?

He leans into me and growls, “Brat.” He knew that about me already. I never hold my tongue when we play online, and it’s time I learn to not hold back in all aspects of my life. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” He drags his eyes down my body. “Fuck around and find out.”

We’re going to kiss. I hold my breath. He leans in and his mouth almost brushes mine. Smack! I’m instantly reeling, my mouth wide open. “You spanked me!” “That’s for being a brat in the grocery store.”

“Promise me something.” He buries a hand in my hair and brings me close to his mouth. “If you need me, you’ll tell me. Whatever it is, no matter the time of day or night, if you need me, you’ll tell me.”

Her lips make this adorable little O-shape. “Keep your mouth open like that, and I’ll have to stuff it with my cock.”

“Which makes me want to rip my dick off and beat myself with it.” “You’d likely give yourself a concussion. Have you seen the size of your cock?”

“What are you thinking about, dirty girl?” “You,” she groans. “Fucking my face.” “Mmmm… you like it when I pump my cock in that pretty mouth? My dirty little slut likes my cum.”