Page 6 of A Novel Seduction

“Yes. But stop making it sound so…so…” she sputtered in response.

“Dirty?”

“Yes!”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, Evie. Just like there is nothing wrong with you flicking the bean while reading about it.”

“I know that,” she said, sounding slightly indignant.

“Are you wet?” he asked, steering the conversation back to where his mind really was.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

There was a long pause and he heard her sigh before asking, “Are you hard?”

“You have no idea, baby.”

“Are…are you stroking it?”

“I am. I have my fist wrapped around my cock, squeezing as I stroke it. Wishing it was your mouth.”

Drake heard a small gasp on the other end, and he wondered if it was because she was shocked by what he said or because she really, really liked it.

“You like that thought, don’t you, Evie? You like thinking about playing with my dick?”

“Mmhmmm,” she whimpered.

“Are you playing with yourself?”

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Tell me about it. Tell me about how wet you are.”

“So wet,” she said, before pausing again. Drake smiled to himself, picking up speed slightly with his own strokes. Her dirty talk needed some work, and he was more than happy to be the one to help her.

“What else, baby?”

“I’m imagining it’s you, Drake. That you’re the one playing with my…my pussy.”

“With my fingers or tongue?”

“Fingers,” she said, breathing heavily.

“Tell me. Tell me how you want me to play with your pussy.”

“Oh,” she said, and Drake could hear her shiver. “You’re running your big fingers through my folds, spreading my wetness, circling my clit.”

“Are you gonna come?” he asked, panting from his own efforts.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice all breathy. He was close too, stroking harder and harder, thinking about her petite little hands, soaking wet with her desire.

“Come for me, Evie.”