I wouldn’t though. I’d hoard it all for myself, just like I want to keep all of Lily.
I keep my eyes trained on the screen with her on it as I run my hand over my aching shaft that bulges under the fabric. It’s a flare of pleasure and pain, as I’ve been hard since I first saw her.
I really shouldn’t be doing this. Being so turned on by an innocent girl isn’t my usual thing and the guilt slides down my back. Neither is invading a woman’s privacy.
Admittedly, my ethics are fucked up.
Murder? Totally a-okay.
Stalking? Well,nowI’m a monster.
I won’t stop, though.
Watching her like this, and having her safe next door, is good, but far from sufficient. The resolution isn’t high enough to see her fully. I’ll have to fix that tomorrow. I need more detail. I’m more aroused from the blurry image of a security camera of Lily than I have been with the entire act with other women. She’s amazing. A force of nature.
Proof—she’s next door, now examining the contents of the fridge. There are some bottles of champagne in there, which she looks at but doesn’t touch.
She’s sweet. I was clear with the receptionist that she should tell my honoured guest that everything was on the house. All inclusive.
That also encompasses her neighbour. Me. But she isn’t aware of that yet.
But while she has revelled in the spaces and torn off her socks to wiggle her bare toes into the thick rugs, she hasn’t eaten the chocolates, collected up the little soaps into her bag, or done more than drink a glass of water and nibble on the chocolate brownie she brought with her.
It’s like she can’t believe it won’t be taken away.
She doesn’t trust that her luck has turned yet. But she will. I see her secret smile as she ducks her head, and my heart responds as though puffed up with helium. My girl is happy.
The four computer monitors in front of me have multiple views of her apartment and I relax marginally as I lean back in my chair. I’m finding out about Lily through watching her, and I’m ravenous for every detail. I need to know what she likes so I can spoil her.
Any man with any morals wouldn’t watch a woman without her knowledge. Usually, I’d denounce this sort of behaviour. Butwith Lily? I’m powerless to resist. I have to see more of her. I must. Whatever the price.
On the screen, she walks through the rooms again, brushing her fingertips over surfaces, and pausing to admire several paintings that were major art investments. Now I know that she has impeccable natural taste.
Then she returns to the bedroom, and the air goes hot and syrupy as she pulls her top over her head. Her perfect toffee-coloured hair cascades down her back and I let out an involuntary moan as her breasts are revealed in a plain white bra.
Fuck, I really ought to stop. I shouldn’t intrude on her like this. But my body disagrees. I will myself switch off the video. I don’t. All that happens is my cock swells and hardens further at the sight of her.
Her skin glows, her waist is tiny. I can’t tear my gaze away.
But as her hands go to the flies of her jeans, my hands mirror her actions. My cock is a solid length, pressing up into the fabric of my boxers as I release the layer above it. She shimmies her jean shorts down over her hips, revealing white cotton knickers. So perfect for her. Then denim nudges down further, over the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. Smooth, tanned, long. Arousal throbs down my spine.
She’s irresistible. I’m never letting her out of my sight again.
Everything I’ve done in my life, from fighting up from the bottom of the Croydon mafia, step by step removing every obstacle in my way until I was the kingpin? All the money I’ve gained, the trust I’ve built? The empire of pure and corrupt businesses that earn me more prestige and wealth in a minute than most people get in a year? All irrelevant.
Or, rather, only relevant in that they might help me win my wary little angel.
A tug, and she slides her shorts from her ankles, giggling to herself as she wobbles. The movement makes her tits jiggle and I let out a low moan. So gorgeous.
For some reason I’m compelled to move at her pace, though I’m desperate to fully release my cock and stroke it. So I simply observe as she reaches behind her, and unclips her bra.
I wonder how far she’ll go. Could I be lucky enough to see…
Then she hooks her little hands into those simple knickers, the relief as I push down my own underwear and my length springs out. She’s facing away from me now, and hell, but her arse is peachy and amazing. I’d take a bite out of it if she were in this room. I need to consume her in greedy mouthfuls and long sucks. Licking. I’d gobble her up.
Grasping my cock is instinctive. I pump it as she bends at the waist, unaware that she’s showing off her body to her audience of one.
Fucking beautiful.
