I begin to unbutton my shirt as I watch her.
She has no idea, and that thought makes me impossibly hard.
This game is dangerous, because until her, I never imagined I’d act on these thoughts.
Until her, I thought I was normal.
I’ve spent my career trying to figure out that question. Are monsters born, or are they made? Are we predisposed to certain things, or are we forced into them due to the environment we’re raised in?
Being in that bathroom with a snake taught me resilience. Bravery. How tohate.
That hate had corrupted me, somehow.Tainted me.
And the worst part? I don’t even fucking care if I am crossing a line.
Walking to the foot of the bed, I carefully climb in, being sure to move slowly. Once I’m on my knees, I slowly—so slowly—take one of her ankles and move it. Her skin is so fucking soft, and as I adjust her so that she’s lying on her back, I let my fingers touch her everywhere.
Her ankles.
Her calves.
Her thighs—so fucking soft. So fuckingwarm.
My control nearly shatters, and I begin to shake with anticipation.
I scoot closer and slowly spread her legs. Her breathing doesn’t change. I can smell her arousal. The musky smell is driving me insane. It’s not sweet, it’s salty—and delicious. Francesca’s scent lingered on my fingers those first two nights, and I know I won’t be able to get enough.
As my index finger slides through her slit, I let my thumb brush the smooth skin on the outside of her vulva before running that same finger over the thin strip of dark curls.
She must’ve gotten waxed recently. Not that it matters to me, but the idea of herpreparingfor me is… intoxicatingly hot.
Francesca is fucking soaked as I let my finger slowly slide up to her clit, circling the bud with her wetness. She lets out a breathy whimper in her sleep, rocking her hips slightly.
“I need you to be ready this time, baby girl,” I whisper, my voice a rough growl that cuts through the quiet, silent air. “Because I don’t plan on going this long without you ever again.”
She whimpers again, her breathing suddenly more like panting, but her eyes remain closed.
I slide another finger down her slit, gathering her arousal and drawing it around her opening. Settling between her thighs, I nudge her legs wider as I press the tip of my leaking cock against her pink, tight heat.
“Look at you,” I rasp. “Look at this perfect fucking pussy, ready for me. You’re gushing—like you’ve been waiting for me.”
Again, she doesn’t answer. I don’t push into her yet—I want to get myself close so that if she wakes up, she’ll have no choice but to let me finish. The closer I am, the more of a chance I can finish inside of her.
Stroking my cock with one hand, I let the head slide against her opening.Fuuuuck.If just touching her feels like this, I can’t imagine how it will feel for my cock to be wrapped up in her pulsing core. Using the index finger of my free hand, I begin to gently circle her clit, using my precum as lube. She moans in her sleep again, making me groan as I work my hand faster up and down my shaft.
“You know exactly what you’re doing to me,” I grit out. “You left me no choice.”
Francesca starts to unconsciously roll her hips in her sleep as I gently flick and massage her bud, which is pink and swollen now. What I wouldn’t give to taste her on my tongue…
My cock jerks in my hand as she shifts her hips ever so slightly, nudging me half an inch farther inside of her. The tightness of her opening teases the sensitive head of my cock, and I’m one second away from my control shattering completely. She’s so fucking warm, and I hiss with pleasure as my balls begin to draw up.
I’m close, and I want to be as deep inside of her as possible when I let go completely.
“That’s it,” I murmur, working her clit a bit harder and faster. She moans, and her hands curl at her sides. She’s still asleep—or she’s the best actress in the world.
I continue playing with her clit until she’s writhing and whimpering, soaking the sheets underneath her as arousal drips down her seam. A string of precum connects us, and I gather it to use as lube.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl. And I want you to wake up,” I growl, my voice a little louder now.
