We bring the lace to our face, growling and feeling our cock dribble precum onto the edge of her bed as we inhale the intoxicating scent of her cunt.
Our hand goes to her pussy again, and this time, there’s no hesitation. She whimpers as we cup her heated, slick cunt, feeling her arousal wet and sticky against our hand. We tease a finger up between her lips, dragging her moisture to her clit and slowly, gently, circling the little nub.
Her whimpering catches, releases, catches again. Her hips rise, and her nipples tighten to swollen little points. We wrap the panties around our pulsing cock, stroking the material up and down our veined shaft.
We sink a finger into her tight little hole.
So wet.
So fucking eager.
So fucking quit with the motherfucking poetics and FUCK HER already.
Stop talking.
Stop being a pussy.
Shut up.
Feel how fucking tight she is? I bet she’s never had a cock here before.
We stroke our cock faster, rubbing the lace panties against the underside of our swollen head as we push our finger in and out, rolling her clit with our thumb.
Her slumbering whimpers catch again. Our cock grows even harder. Her tight, silken walls clamp down around our finger as her brow caves and her butt lifts from the bed.
Having a nice dream, princess…?
When she comes, so do we, grunting as our balls tighten and our cum pumps in thick ropes into the lace. Her body trembles, her breath both heavy and soft at the same time as her back arches with her orgasm.
But she still doesn’t wake.
After we’ve tucked our cock back into our pants, we gently pull her pajama bottoms back up and button her top.
It's a crime against humanity to cover those parts of her up, you know.
No argument here.
We pull the covers back up and over her, a hint of something that might be a smile touching our lips as she snuggles back into them.
We should go.
Not yet…
Slowly, we lift the sticky, ruined panties still clutched in our fist. We dab at them with our finger, coating it in our cum before our eyes drop to her sleeping form.
That same finger slides over her lips, smearing our cum across them. She stirs a little, and when we pull our hand away, her mouth opens slightly.
Her tongue drifts out, running over her lips before she slips back to stillness.
A smile spreads over our face.
Keep a little of us inside you, princess. We’ll see you soon.
9
EVELINA
As the carwinds up the dark, wooded mountainside driveway to the looming gates of Blackbriar Hall, I feel like a condemned prisoner taking their final steps to the gallows. My pulse jumps erratically in my veins, my heart beating against my chest like it’s trying to break free and run back to any semblance of normalcy.
