I’d flip her over, yank her hips up, spread her wide. She’d gasp when I’d wind my fist in her hair and shove her cheek to the pillow.
When I fuck her raw and brutal until both of us come undone.
Fuck. The way her tongue flicks over her lip while she reads makes more precum leak from my aching cock.
When she drags in a breath, her tits strain against her shirt. My hips flex tight with need.
I’m going to have Skylar in real life someday, and I won’t be silent then. Neither will she.
I’ll take pleasure in her. I’ll steal it from her if she won’t let me.
I might be inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll learn her body myself, learn what breaks her, what makes her come apart, what makes her beg.
And she will beg. I’ll drag her down into the same madness chewing through me.
Crazy. Unhinged. Feral. That’s what she’s turned me into.
She’ll spend days on her knees, nights too. Legs spread with me there, driving into her.
More spit. More friction. My cock has never been harder. My need has never been this consuming.
She’s my one and only. The woman I’ll put babies in. I picture her stomach, round and heavy after I feed her my seed.
She’ll never be able to leave me after that. Not like I’d let her.
That flicker in her eyes, the curiosity, the fear, they’re mine too.
As if hearing my possessive thoughts, she cuts a glance at the window. Her eyebrows lower. Nose twitching.
I don’t stop, don’t slow. I’m too far gone to care if she catches me.
Wanting her is the sweetest torture.
It’s as if all my nerve endings center around my balls. My cock. The pulsing, dripping head of me.
Fuck.
Skylar stays where she is. Her gaze is probing. She can sense me there even if her eyes can’t quite find me.
Her attention wreaks havoc inside me. Nothing’s ever been this good. This right. I’m beyond myself, stroking faster, harder.
I only slow to rub my thumb over my slit, smearing my arousal over the head. Her tongue would do that for me, in time.
My mouth would do so much worse to her.
Eventually, she goes back to her book, placing one hand over her breast as she reads.
Over my charm.
That delicate action sends a violent shock through my body.
My fingers dig into the window frame, cracking the wood. My hand grips my dick tighter, squeezing and rubbing.
I’ll go insane if I don’t come soon.
I think of all the ways I’ll shape her into being mine. Like I do with my hides. I’ll stretch her. Oil her. Soften her until she gleams like only I can make her.
A pliable, perfect thing for me to use.
