Kristen's Pov
I stared at Jo’s last message on my phone, the words glowing back at me like a dare.
“If you are free tonight, I can be your food and you can be mine.”
My stomach knotted and my tights pressed together, his words turned me on. I thought he was a perfect gentleman, from his i********: profile, he was a campus church boy who led prayer meetings and played Jesus in an Easter drama. But this text wasn't holy, it was hungry.
I slipped my two fingers under my pants, feeling the wetness of my p***y already dripping between my tights, a slight moan escaped my lips.
I imagined how it would feel when his voice, low and rough–whispering real words in my ears as he grinds me.
When I pulled my fingers out and tasted my slick warm juice, my pulse jumped.
I took my phone immediately,
