It’s been well over a year of touching her.
Her writhing tonight is more intense than usual. My girl needs me.
The thought is bullshit, of course. She doesn’t even know I exist.
On some baser level, however, it feels like she does. Like after a long fucking day of work, I’m giving her the release she craves.
A moan spills from her lips, egging me on.
I add another finger and drive them into her harder, faster, until I’m thrusting my pelvis in time with my fingers, wishing I were buried deep inside her.
Thoughts like that lead nowhere good.
She’s not alert. It would be wrong to…
“More!” she whispers sleepily.
She’s never spoken before, and it stops me dead.
Leaning into her, I narrow my gaze to see her through the darkness. Her lids are closed, her body still reeling from my attentions as she pleads with me.
She’s freed her breasts from her shirt, and she’s sleepily squeezing them as I play with her pussy. Her responsiveness, while unintentional, drives me mad.
It’s what keeps me coming back for more.
It’s what has me killing every motherfucker she has the nerve to date.
She knows she’s mine.
I’ve told her over and over, and yet, she remains delusional enough to think she’ll find her soulmate via random hookups her best friend sets up.
I grind my teeth.
“More,” she begs again, and now that I know she’s still drugged out of her mind and asleep, I move my fingers inside her again, curling them upward.
Hearing her speak is new, and my mind can’t wrap around their soft rasp.
She’s perfect.
One of her feet runs over the back of my calf, startling me.
I fall forward, catching myself on my unoccupied hand, coming face to face with the girl who tried to kill me and is still trying, unknowingly.
Being this close to her, listening to her rapid breaths and little moans, has me doing the unthinkable before I can talk myself out of it.
Pulling my fingers out of her sex, I free my cock, stroking it as I listen to her whimper at the loss.
“One day, you’re going to be awake when I fuck you. You’re going to watch me as I sink inside you,” I tell her, stroking myself harder and harder, faster and faster.
My breathing becomes erratic as her hand sinks between her folds.
White-knuckling my cock, I growl. “Mine!”
Her hand slinks away on instinct, her heady eyes fighting to open.
Before she can rouse and realize her predicament, I sink inside her in one smooth thrust.
I halt, realizing what I’ve just done.
