I wanted back the natural way we always interacted with each other, whether it was as Xavier or Roman. I didn’t want whatever the hell last night was, and it was high time I took matters back into my own hands.
I gave her time to think.
One day was fucking enough, and now, I was going to make sure I occupied her thoughts. Nothing more and nothing less.
I used my own key and let myself inside her dark apartment, save for the lights coming from her bedroom.
She was still awake, and a part of me wondered if it was because she was waiting for me.
Wasn’t that a fucking thought?
I had never had anyone wait up for me before, but no, that couldn’t be it because she didn’t know I was going to show up tonight.
And noises were coming from her bedroom that told me she definitely wasn’t expecting anyone to drop by tonight.
Her door was partially closed, and I quietly pushed it open to be greeted by the best fucking sight in the history known to man.
Ryleigh was lying on the bed, her shirt pulled up to her collar bones, her bra pushed down, pushing those perky little tits up while she pinched one nipple with one hand. The other she had between her spread legs.
She had been wearing shorts today, but those, along with her innocent plain white panties, were discarded on the floor by the bed.
Her eyes were closed, and she hadn’t noticed me yet.
I didn’t make a noise as I came in closer to her, watching how she worked herself over roughly, her legs moving restlessly on the bed as she tried to get herself off.
Fuck me, but what a sight.
She was everything I could fucking want. I could feel my cock throbbing against the confine of my pants, begging to be let out, and sink into that little piece of heaven I had found for myself on this godforsaken earth.
I licked my lips just as she opened her eyes, gasping when she saw me standing there and stopped touching herself.
“Keep going,” I said, my voice thick.
“Roman,” she said. A mix between a moan and a protest.
“Baby, keep going. Touch yourself. Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not here to give special attention to my sweet little cunt. Show me.”
She shook her head.
I pulled off my shirt, and heat flared in her eyes as she took in all the skin I had on display. She bit her lip, and I could see the glistening of her pussy lips when she shifted her hand slightly.
Fuck, but she was a work of art.
I shoved my pants down, along with my boxer briefs, and kicked them away before I grabbed my cock, stroking the length roughly a few times.
“Keep going, baby,” I said.
She let out a hiss of air as if she was in pain and began to move her hands once more, pinching and pulling on her taut nipple with one hand, and playing with her clit with the other one.
I stroked myself faster, harder.
It wouldn’t take long for me to come like this.
“You’re a fucking creep, you know that,” she moaned out.
I grinned over at her, feeling precum seeping out from the tip. “Perhaps so, but I’m your fucking creep. Now rub yourself harder, Ryleigh. We both know how much you like it when I play rough.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God.”
