I think about his hands heavy on my waist, his tongue fat in my mouth. Damn, I bet it feels even better in my pussy.
The knee that forced my legs apart.
The heavy breathing as his teeth grazed my neck.
I could come just thinking about that hot, heavy breath on my tits.
Yeah, I can let Fitz go if I can have this instead.
I close my eyes in the dark, imagine him there. Feel the hot breath on my skin, the weight of his hand on my neck.
The couch dips, and I freak out, thinking one of my parents is going to catch me fluffing my pillow, if you know what I mean.
But I can’t make a sound around—
It’s him.
The stalker.
I blink up at him.
He’s just a shadow in the dark.
That harsh breathing through the mask covering his head and face.
My tongue darts out, tastes the leather of the glove.
The mesh over his eyes means I can’t even tell what color they are.
I wish I’d worn something cuter to sleep in.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before he shifts, sliding one hand under my worn Snoopy sleep shirt. Two fingers slip into my mouth, and I suck on the glove, moaning, while he rubs the rough seam over my sensitive nipples.
I want him to say something, want to hear him talk dirty to me, tell me how he’s going to fuck me while I scream, tear my pussy with his huge cock. But there’s just that heavy, unrelenting breathing.
His hand slides down. I moan, want to beg him, “Yeah, take my pussy.” But I can’t talk around the glove. He slides another finger in my mouth.
Even if I could, I just hear him say “Good girl” as he strokes my pussy through the sopping-wet panties. My hips roll into his hand.
The heavy breathing hitches, stills.
He sucks in a breath like he’s about to talk, then he swallows the words, leaning in to nuzzle my tits through the fabric while I whimper, my legs splayed while I rub myself, horny and needy, on the hand between my legs.
I need his fingers, need his cock, need his tongue in my mouth.
His fingers slide out.
He kisses me through the mask.
“Fuck me,” I choke out against the rough fabric.
His knuckle digs into my clit, and I gasp.
I can’t even speak. Can barely keep from coming.
Our breathing sounds harsh in the quiet.
God, I want his fingers inside me.
