Chapter 3: Text Me When You're Alone
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I knew I shouldn't be smiling.
Not when it was him texting me.
Not when I was alone in bed, wearing nothing but his favorite oversized shirt and a pair of loose cotton panties.
But still, I smiled.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"I'm hard, baby. Thinking about your tight little püssy."
My thighs instantly pressed together. I turned the phone screen down, trying to calm my heartbeat.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"Open your legs. Slide your fingers in. Do it for me."
My breath caught. I shouldn't.
But... I already was.
Slowly, I reached under the blanket. My panties were damp. I slipped them to the side and touched myself, moaning quietly.
Me 💬:
"I'm already wet, Ninong..."
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"Good girl. Fuçk yourself for me. Two fingers. Deep."
I slid two fingers in, gasping softly. My back arched against the sheets. I could already feel myself tightening around nothing, imagining it was his thick c**k stretching me out.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"You're thinking of me, huh? Of my tongue on your clït. My hands gripping your hips. Me fuçking you raw in that hotel bed again."
I bit my lip hard, panting. "Shït..." I whimpered, feeling my orgasm build.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"c*m, baby. Let me hear you moan through the screen."
I came hard, biting into the pillow to muffle my cry. My legs trembled. My hand was slick. And my heart wouldn't stop racing.
I barely caught my breath when my phone buzzed again.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"Check your window."
Wait, what?
I sat up in bed, body still tingling. I crept toward the window and peeked through the blinds.
He was there. Outside. Leaning against his car.
Smirking.
He raised his phone again.
Ninong Ramon 💬:
"Let me in."
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The moment I opened the back door, he grabbed me. Lips crashing into mine. His hands already sliding down to cup my ass.
"You're still dripping," he whispered darkly. "Did my texts make you that wet, baby?"
I nodded, breathless. "I touched myself like you said."
"Good." His hand slid between my legs again. "Still so fuçking warm."
He picked me up like nothing and carried me through the dark kitchen, kissing me hard, setting me down just before the stairs.
"I shouldn't be here," he muttered.
"But you are," I whispered. "And I want you."
He stared at me hungry, wild and then nodded once.
"Upstairs. Quietly."
We tiptoed up, heart pounding at every creak. I could hear my mom's light snoring from the room across the hallway.
Once we made it into my room, I locked the door behind us. He pressed me against it, hand sliding up under my shirt.
"No bra?" he growled.
"No panties either," I whispered.
"Slüt." His mouth was already on my neck, his hands under my shirt, thumbs rubbing my n*****s until I gasped. "Get on the bed."
I crawled onto the mattress, legs spread, shirt riding up to my waist.
He pulled his jeans down, and his c**k slapped against his abs, hard, thick, veiny. Fuçk.
He crawled over me, kissed my chest, then started sucking my n****e deep into his mouth while grinding his hips against my bare clït.
"Ninong, please..." I moaned.
"You need this dïck, huh?" he whispered. "You want me to fill you up again?"
"Yes. Fuçk me..."
He didn't wait anymore. He spread my legs wide, lined himself up, and pushed in slowly, all the way, until I could feel him in my stomach.
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. "Oh fuuu shït..."
"You're tight," he groaned. "Still so fuçking tight for me."
He started to move slow at first, then faster. His hips were snapping into mine, skin slapping skin, and the sound echoed in the room.
"You like being fuçked in your mom's house?" he growled.
"Yes... oh god, yes."
"You're such a dirty girl."
He covered my mouth with his hand as he pounded into me harder. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my hands gripping the sheets. Every thrust hit deeper. Rougher.
"I'm gonna çum," I whispered.
"Not yet," he said, pulling out suddenly.
I gasped.
He flipped me over, ass up, face down into the pillow.
"Now take it like the slüt you are," he said as he shoved himself back in from behind.
I bit into the pillow and moaned into it as he gripped my hips, fuçking me mercilessly.
"You love this dïck ruining you, don't you?"
"I love it... I love you..."
He paused for a second just a second then slammed into me harder.
We both came, hard and fast. His çum filled me, warm and thick, dripping onto the sheets as he collapsed beside me.
"Fuçk," he whispered, out of breath. "That was insane."
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We were lying there, sweaty and breathless, when-knock knock knock.
My blood froze.
"Anak?" my mom's voice came from the hallway. "Gising ka pa ba?"
I scrambled to pull my shirt down. Ninong rolled under the blanket, still naked, eyes wide.
"Y-yeah, ma!" I called out. "I'm just watching a K-drama!"
"Okay. Don't stay up too late."
We both waited... until we heard her door close again.
I turned back to him and hit his chest.
"You almost got us caught!"
"You didn't exactly say no when I told you to let me in."
He grinned. I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling too.
But that feeling... that thrill... started to fade fast.
Because the next morning when I checked my phone again,
I saw it.
A message. No name. No saved number.
Unknown 💬:
"You looked so cute sneaking him into your room last night. 😘"
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