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I lift her knee to her chest as I enter her, her warm pussy squeezing me.“Did you fantasize about me while you were awake too?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.”I shove in hard at the demand, not knowing how badly I want it until it’s done.She looks into my eyes as her back arches.
“I found a playboy in your room once, opened to a page with a woman who looked like me.You were out with friends, and I…”
“Yeah?”
Her eyes get heavy with a moan.I want her words so badly I think about slowing my hips, but I can’t.It feels too good.My cock is too needy.And I have a feeling if I stopped, I’d break the magic.I never knew she could be so vulnerable.
“I crawled under your covers and touched myself, imagining you masturbating to a photo of me in that very spot.”
“Jesus,Mommy.You’re so bad.”
“I always hated it when you called me that.”
I smile.“Do you still hate it?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.“But… Not as much.”
“So it’s on the table then.”
“No, Arseni.It is definitely not on the table.”Her words are authoritative, but there’s a smile playing on her lips while she peers up at me like a sweet little deviant.God, I love her like this.She’s never been more beautiful.More free.
Right now, if I told her she was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen, it would be true.No fucking question.
“I could look at you like this for the rest of my life,” I say while grinding my hips.The words are out before I realize the full extent of their meaning, and I kiss her with my eyes closed just so I don’t have to see her reaction.
I don’t know what I would feel if she told me she could never see me with that same intensity.But I know if she said she could, it would be a lie.Even if she didn’t know it.
I love her vulnerability.It’s turning me on like the horny teenager she touched herself to.
But she wouldn’t like the same from me.That shit isn’t nearly as cute as a taboo crush.
I’m still kissing her when she comes, her lips pausing while I devour her moans.Her pussy contracts around my cock, bringing me closer to release, and it isn’t long before I get there.
My palms slamming beside her on the bed, I jerk my hips hard with explosive pleasure wracking my body.She takes my face to kiss me brutally, passionately, hungrily.
When I’ve filled her with every drop of come my balls have to offer, I pull out and take her in my arms.I lounge back against the headboard, cradling her while peppering kisses on her forehead.
Be nice to me, she said.I didn’t really know what that entailed, and I’m not sure I cared.But suddenly, it feels important.It feels like something I don’t want to fuck up.
Ever again.
24
ARSENI
Detectives didn’t find anything on the cameras :(
Peering down at my phone, I sigh at the news from Hudson but am not surprised.Her stalker had been watching her long enough to know about the cameras the same way I did.And just like me, he came through a window.
Probably.A worse scenario is that the detective on the caseisthe stalker.Margot said he was high up, but how high exactly?
This would be so much easier if she just gave me his name.
Did you look yourself?
