“Get over here,” I whimpered.
That tight little ball was pulsing in my core. Building. Building. He kneeled next to me on the bed, the mattress dipping under the pressure of his weight.
“I want to watch you come.”
“Not until you do,” he murmured, stroking himself with deliberate slowness.
“I’m so close,” I whined.
“You look so damn good like this. Splayed out on the bed, with a toy filling up your cunt, all wet and needy.”
My lips parted, my breaths becoming shallow. Loving how he watched me with that lust-filled expression. Like he couldn’t get enough of what he was seeing. My stomach clenched tighter and tighter, preparing for a release of epic proportions.
“Ben, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was telling him not to stop.
Don’t stop watching me. Don’t stop looking at me like that. Don’t stop wanting me.
I watched him grip his dick with new fervor and speed up his pace as he thrust into his fist.
“Shit. I’m gonna come.”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to paint you with my cum, princess?”
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed out. “Do it.”
He groaned as drops of his release coated me from my navel to my neck. The sensation of his hot, wet cum trickling down my skin, along with his incoherent mutters, sent me rocketing off the precipice and climaxing so hard that I couldn’t hold back my scream.
A Simple Decision
Iwentbackandforth in my mind. Like A swing on the playground.
Should I, or shouldn’t I?CouldI do it?
In the end, I always knew what the answer was going to be.
It was a simple decision, really. What else was there to do?
The thought of doing something like this should make me sick to my stomach. But all I felt was numb. Where there should be compassion, all I had was apathy.
I’d worked so hard for what I wanted. I had risked everything for this.
She thought herself invincible. It made the job of getting rid of her that much easier. How hard could it be when she’d told an entire room full of people exactly what it would take to do it?
All I needed to do was find time to sneak the walnut dressing into her salad in the breakroom and get the Epi-pen from her bag. We'd see how invincible she felt when all this was said and done.
And once she was out of the picture, nothing would stand in my way.
Bangry
Ben
“Whyareyoubeingso cranky this morning?” Nora pestered from across the table. “Are you bangry?”
“Bangry?”
