He grunts, deep and dirty. “All he could think about was how good her juicy tits hiding under her blouse would feel and how her nipples would taste.” I start panting. “And he thought about pushing her face first onto the couch, lifting up her school uniform’s skirt, and tongue fucking her ass.”
My heartbeat stutters and I hold my breath. “Just looking at the beautiful girl made him so fucking hard. But he knew he wouldn’t stop at just touching. He'd drive his dick into her tight little pussy too.” My skin catches fire. “So, every night while she slept, he crept into her bedroom, stripped back her blanket, and hitched up her nightdress. He’d stand in the shadows and stare at her bare pussy while he jerked off.”
My fingers move beneath my top, fondling my breast as he speaks. “She didn’t know he was spying on her?”
“No… he would spit on his hand and rub it all over his hard dick.” I hear him eject a wad of spit and imagine him doing the same thing with his hand. My temperature soars.
“He’d grip himself, tight and fast. Until one night,” he says quietly. “He leaned over her perfect, untouched cunt and spat on it too.”
This is what I needed—his dirty mind and his erotic, deep voice. “Did she wake up?” I groan, squeezing my nipple and curling my toes.
“He pumped at his dick, fast and brutal, while her lashes fluttered open, and their eyes met.” My chest rises and falls faster the more turned on I get. “At first, she was scared. But then she realized her pussy was wet and her clit was throbbing. She slid her fingers through the spittle and watched him come all over her thigh.”
“Are you touching yourself too?” I whisper, my knees falling outwards.
“Uh-huh,” Giovanni hums from the back of his throat. “I’m choking my dick. It’s not the story getting me off. It’s the sight of you laid out on your back with your legs wide open. Fuck!” He groans, his tone hoarse.
I close my eyes and think about the secretive man in the old house and the lonely girl who couldn’t resist him. Us. Giovanni and India.
“He wanted her…” I gasp, my fingers working faster and my breathing quickening. “From the very beginning?”
“Yeah, he wanted her alright, so much it hurt. And now he’s jerking himself off as his sexy little whore plays with herself.” His breath hitches. “Can you feel his eyes all over you?”
“Yes.” I pant, hotter than the flames of Hell. “And I wish he would let me be his little cum slut too.”
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses.
“I feel it.” I continue to pant, my release building. “I feel you all over me. You're everywhere.”
“That’s it,” he grits out. “Put on a show for this man who’ll never let you escape him.”
My jaw goes lax and my legs shoot out straight as an orgasm takes over.
A surge of endorphins burst through me. It starts off as trillions of tingles and explodes within an uncontrollable moan. Although it’s satisfying, nothing compares to the sensation of his body on mine. The heat of his skin and the look in his jade eyes moments after he pumps his cum inside of me. I miss every bit of him.
I swallow the urge to groan out his name, listening to his hypnotic, heavy breathing.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “You’re a bad girl, baby. You’ve made me come all over myself and you’re not here to clean it up with your tongue. When I finally get my hands on you… none of it will go to waste a second time.”
“Then you’d better hurry up and come back to me.”
“I’m working on it.Dulces sueños,” he wishes me sweet dreams in a hoarse voice and my heart melts. “I won’t always be in a position to answer your call. Text messages are better. Don’t go anywhere.Comprendes Niñita?”
“Okay.” The second I agree, the line goes dead, and silence swallows me whole.
Clutching the phone to my chest, I cover myself up with the blanket. Except it can’t hide the weight of dread in my stomach.
André will land in Colombia in the next twenty-four hours, and he wants to see me—and Ineedto see him.
8
INDIA
The wind picks up and foamy white waves fizz on the shore. Clouds block the late afternoon sun, making it colder.
Earlier, we’d played on the beach under a sunny blue sky with a picnic in the fresh coastal air.
Leo sits next to me on the sand, his head on my knee, tiredness making him yawn. While Daenis is sniffing the now empty backpack on the hunt for more mini cheese blocks.
