Deer Minotaur Boyfriend (special preview)

I chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“Tell me, Isabelle,” I melt a little when he says my name, “is there a reason you called today?”

“Curiosity?” I confess with a squeak to my voice.

“Oh, really? Why so curious, kitty?” Morgan laughs.

I smile and bite my lip. “Just to see what it’s like.”

Morgan moans and, I swear to God, my head feels like a hot coal instantly. “I’ll be gentle with you, then. I’ll just give you a taste of how it can be.”

The way he says taste sounds seductive on its own. I realize I’ve gotten a master on my hands here.

“Can anyone see you?” Morgan growls. “Any cars very close to you?”

I check side to side. “Kind of?”

“Exciting, right?” Morgan purrs. “All of them in their own little bubble. So close and yet so far away. They have no idea, but they could at any moment.”

I swallow back the lump in my throat.

“You could cum and they wouldn’t know,” he growls. “Your cunt slick, hot, and needy, all while they’re listening to their easy rock or whatever DVD the kids are watching.”

I bite my lip as a sensation starts to grow between my thighs. “What would you do, then?” I ask with a breathy voice.

Morgan chuckles darkly. “I’d start by putting my hand under your shirt,” he replies. “Touching your bare skin and getting you flustered and excited.”

“Mhm,” I whimper.

“I’d want to see how hot I got you, so I’d slip my fingers down and rub over your panties,” Morgan takes a breath and groans. “Oh, Isabelle,” he moans. “You’re so wet.”

“I am,” the words slip from my mouth and I quickly reassess my surroundings. 

Morgan laughs. “That’s good. Because my fingers are pretty big.” He takes a breath. “Your pussy is so hot and tight. You’re starting to moan and I have to urge you to keep quiet.”

“Yeah,” I pant. “Well, what about you?”

He laughs. “What about me, Isabelle?”

“We’re stuck right now,” I pant. “I’m on the brake and probably will be for a while.”