I suck in her sweet scent, nearly groaning as the delicate zest of her arousal hits my tongue.My jeans become an oppressive binding, crushing my hardening length.I run my palm along it, wishing I had enough space to pull it out.
“What the Hell am I doing?”she groans.
Yes, baby, what are you doing?
The bedsheets rustle and she lets out a pleased hum that makes my dick pulse with need.
“Touch me,” she whispers, “just like that.”
The soft sounds of her pleasure reach my ears and my breathing becomes as heavy as hers.I had wanted to see what she’d do when she thinks I’m not watching.Now, as I’m considering tearing through her old box spring to get to her, I’m wondering if this was a bad idea.
She whines softly, “I need more.”
The bed springs shift and groan just before I hear the drawer in her nightstand squeak open.Her hand fumbles around in the drawer, making objects clatter together and paper rustle.My mind scrambles, trying to remember the exact contents of that damned drawer, but I can’t think straight.I can barely think about anything other than the images being conjured in my head by the sounds she’s making.
Her breathy moans fill the room and I envision her delicate fingers circling her clit.The cry that falls from her lips paints a vivid picture in my mind; her fingers sliding inside of her, her hips bucking as she forces them deeper.
I fist my hands, gripping them until I feel my fingernails digging into my skin.What are you thinking about, little bird?The thought pops into my head and spirals into something dark.The sudden realization that she may not be thinking about me crashes into me like a freight train.My body tingles as jealousy pumps its poison through my veins.
“Gray,” she purrs.“Fuck, master, right there.”
The organ in my chest expands, pumping so fiercely that I can hear it pounding in my ears.She’s fantasizing about me.My cock aches with desire.Precum leaks from me, making my boxers damp and sticky against my skin.
Ava screams my name as the orgasm tears through her.Her body quivers, sending little quakes of movement through the mattress.Her scream drowns out the sound of my groaning as I nearly come in my pants right along with her.
Something falls to the floor with a wet thwack.Turning my head, my eyes triple in size at the sight of a purple, silicone dildo laying beside the bed.The small toy is nowhere near big enough to prepare her for my cock.I imagine her pained expression when I push into her for the first time and my dick hardens to the point of pain.
I still, listening to the sound of Ava’s breathing.She snores softly above me, her breaths even and deep.My hand dives out, wrapping around the dildo and pulling it toward me.Little specks of dust are adhered to its surface, stuck in her arousal, but I don’t care.I would eat dirt if it was coated in her release.A low moan vibrates in my throat as I suck the tip into my mouth.Her sweetness coats my tongue and my hips jerk, grinding into the box spring.I clean the silicone toy with my lips and tongue until there’s nothing left of her on it.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper, my need for her satisfied for now by the flavor that lingers in my mouth.
Something in my chest softens knowing that in her most private moments, she wants me.My anxious, flighty little bird.She’s so afraid of my affection, but she can’t stop herself from dreaming of it.A plan begins to solidify in my mind.It’s time for me to step up, to make her mine in earnest.She’ll never be ready if I keep giving her time.
Are you ready for me, my sweet, broken girl?
I’ll banish the thoughts that her monster of a father instilled in her.I’ll destroy the walls she’s built around herself to keep her safe.She doesn’t need them anymore.She doesn’t need a fortress to keep the monsters out.She has one of her own.I’ll be her monster.I’ll keep her safe.
