π| FORTY NINE
***This woman, she's playing games way bigger than her...***

~Carmen~
There spread out in front of you was Rachel, naked.
She was lying on her back in the photo, her clean shaven pussy spread out by the lips.
Her fingers held the labia Majora and labia minora away from her pretty pink arousing hole.
Your mouth dried instantly, every spittle gone as the spittle gland forgot to do it's damn work.
She was wet, visibly.
Slippery white juices seeped out of her pussy as if she had just cum.
Maybe, probably masturbated hard to get that rich creaminess.
Heat flooded every part of your body, cloging your throat, tightening your belly and stiffening your cock.
Damnit!
You wanted her.
No, scrap that.
You needed her, right now.
You needed to hold her, close to your, skin to skin.
You needed to have her spread out like that before you, your dick hard and ready for her entrance.
The phone vibrated in your hand, a message coming in.
Rachel: This is what you missing out on, you know, Carmen?
You swallow, racking your brain for a reply to her message.
The only thing you could come up with was something lame.
You began to type.
Carmen: I am at work Rachel. Do not distract me while I am—
Your phone began to vibrate harder, startling you with a ringtone.
It was a call.
She was calling you.
"Aish," you mumbled as you took in deep breaths to compose yourself.
She had better be clothed.
You exhaled one last time and gently clicked on the green accept button on the screen.
Her face filled your screen.
It's a video call, you realize, too late.
Still, your breath is taken away by the beauty that is her.
Her black and red hair pool over her head and into the bed below.
Her eyes are hard, icy even, focused on you with a fierce glare.
Though you can instantly tell from the flushed look sitting proudly on her face that she must have been playing with her cat.
Most definitely with a vibrator by the red shining on both cheek.
"You touched yourself?"
It was more a statement than a question, but she replied.
"You weren't here."
Her tone and body language is enough to tell you she is mad.
But, your body seems to like this side of her, blood rushing through your veins at her voice.
Dominantion.
You craved it sometimes.
"I'm at work."
She rolled her eyes.
"I can see that, Carmen."
The way she says your name with a hump instantly feeling unsettled.
"Rachel I—"
She cut you off.
"What were you typing?" She asked with narrowed slits.
You hesitated for a moment, unsure wether to tell the truth, especially since she was already angry.
Then, you shrugged.
You never lied.
And you weren't going to start now.
Things which were built on lies always ended up collapsing anyway.
"How I'm at work and you shouldn't distract me," you risked it.
You waited while your heart rate skyrocketed at the words.
But she just glared at you.
"And you couldn't text? Or check up on me, after ripping me apart the night before with your cock?"
Something instantly crawled up through you—want.
For some reason, hearing her speak about last night, mixed with the fragments that skid through your brain—it made you needy.
Blood roared deep in your ears as your heat thundered incessantly.
She noticed, the shift.
And you cold tell by the light that shone in her eyes that she enjoyed what she was doing to you.
"We'll talk later," you began to say, reaching to keep the call.
But, she stands that instant, her breasts coming into full view as she flashed you a shit eating grin.
You gasped audibly, your breath hitching somewhere between your thorax and your stomach.
You are too stunned to speak, watching helplessly as she moves back, kneeling in the bed.
Her upper body was clearly in full view now, enticing.
"Carmen," she moans your name as she began to touch herself, her hands sliding across the skin of her clavicle to her abdomen.
You tried to move, but your body doesn't bulge, disobedient.
You are paralyzed by the desire that hits you the moment her hands slides between her folds.
She threw her head back with a soft moan that caused your dick to jerk slightly in your pants.
Your hands reach down, to press the aching monster down.
"Rachel," you say in a warning voice.
But she doesn't hear you.
She doesn't stop.
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥