Spreading her pussy lips with two fingers, I find her sopping wet. A grin finds my lips as I nip her clit with my teeth.
She moans. “Fuck!”
I left her keyed up, and I love how she’s fighting with herself about how she feels. It’s in every hesitant curl of her fingers at my scalp. The push and pull have me thinking I’ll need to leave her aching more often.
The idea that I have a lifetime to fuck with her has thrill crawling through my body, leaving behind a fiery burn in my bones. The itch drives me forward, and my tongue drags through her pussy.
“Yes!” she screams, and I hear Bear’s nails as he exits the room, clearly not worried about his owner’s cries.
Her flavor is going to haunt me the rest of my life. Accompanied by her screams, it’s the thing that’ll be my grounding factor from tonight on.
I never wanted to savor her this way until she could appreciate it. Her next scream tells me it was worth the wait.
Adding a finger inside her, I’m rewarded by her cries growing louder.
“More,” she pleads, and I wonder if she’s asking what I think she is. She watched the videos, she knows what she said to me in her drug-induced haze…
Instead, I add another finger, not wanting to do the wrong thing and fuck anything about this up.
I’ll analyze the need to please her later. Right now, I desperately need her to come like it’smebeing pleasured.
Stretching her with a third finger, I lap at her center with rolling waves of my tongue, drowning in her screams that seem never-ending.
“Please don’t fucking stop,” she says, and if I weren’t as gone as she was, I’d laugh.
She comes with violent convulsions of her body around my fingers and a rush of fluid that escapes her.
Cleaning her off with my tongue, I wrap my hands around her hips.
“Shit, that was so…” she trails off as I crawl up her body.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“Fo—” I cut off her question, crashing my lips to hers, needing something more from her after that.
Her lips part, giving me space to invade with my tongue. The kiss is pure delusion, something I shouldn’t be giving life.
I can’t help it.
I knew I was fucked the first time I saw her on my cameras. The first time I watched her make herself come. The first time I heard her moan was when I touched her.
If I’m honest, I was fucked the moment our eyes connected in that fucking mirror.
She knows who I am. Not really, but she knows I’m the Nightstalker. If she were ever to escape, she could lead them here. She could be my end.
She wraps her legs around me, and I don’t care anymore.
A nagging in my head reminds me that this could all be fake.
She could ruin me.
But if I’m to face the truth honestly, she already has.
She’d already be splayed in the woods for them to find if she were anyone else.
“We should stop,” I breathe, pulling away from her damning lips.
“Why? We’ve already done this.”
