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“You gonna come?” he asked, and her head barely tipped in a nod. “Knew you would.” His hips began moving faster, and her thighs began trembling. But there was something off. I’d watched her come before. I knew what she looked like when she did. I knew what she sounded like, what her body did.
“I’m coming,” she moaned, and my lips twitched.
Liar.
But I was too close to stop stroking my cock. It felt too good, even if she was faking it. His hips stuttered, a low groan leaving him as he pulled out. Immediately, his hand wrapped around his cock, and her hands on her breasts tightened, pushing them together more.
“Come on me,” she said, but her voice lacked that breathiness she always had after she came. It didn’t have that same sultry note, the one that told me she was ready for another round. “Come all over me.”
He braced his hand on her hip, his other a blur over his cock as he stared down at her. My hand moved just as quickly, watching as she massaged her breasts for him. It was the first time I’d ever seen her put on a show, but it was still enough for my cock to thicken.
I stroked myself faster, my toes curling in my shoes. Images of my cock sliding between her tits filled my mind, her mouth open and ready to swallow my cum. I knew she’d enjoy it more than whatever the fuck Connor was currently doing to her.
His body went stiff as his head tipped back, a low guttural sound leaving him as his cum landed on her lower stomach. Winnie’s eyes squeezed shut again, like she was trying to block out what was happening.
Pride filled me at that. Knowing she wanted him to finish as quickly as possible but wanted to prolong her time when she was with me made me feel ten-feet tall.
Connor’s shoulders fell as he let out a long breath, tapping her hip as he slid from the bed. “That was good. I need a drink.”
Besides dipping her chin, she didn’t move. Her eyes tracked him across the room as he left, stooping to grab his discarded clothes. The sound of the door clicking closed was enough for her to let out a long, relieved breath, her gaze lifting to the ceiling.
My hand was still around my cock as I waited to see what she was going to do next. If she was going to finish herself off or clean his cum from her stomach. But she didn’t do anything. Didn’t move. It didn’t even look like she was breathing.
She looked so out of it that I felt my cock begin to soften. Something was wrong. I needed to get her out of that house. It was clear living with him was sucking her soul from her body.
I had to save her.
But for now…
I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent her a quick text.
I know you’ve been avoiding me, but have you been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you?
I watched her phone light up on her bedside table, but she didn’t move to grab it. Why wasn’t she reaching for it?
Have you been touching yourself while thinking of how you gagged on my cock the other day? Have you been using your hair brush to stuff your little pussy like I stuffed you with that bottle?
Her head moved to the side, staring at the bright screen, but she didn’t move. She still didn’t reach for it.
I had only one thing left to say.
I can’t stop thinking about this, little fawn. Next time, it’ll be my cock instead.
I attached the photo of her from my car to the message and sent it. She let out a long breath as she reached over, snatching her phone from the table before grabbing her panties from the floor. She swiped the fabric over her lower stomach, wiping the cum off.
She laid back as she unlocked her phone, and her eyes widened. A blush crept into her cheeks as she read the messages. I grinned as I tapped out another message.
Well? Have you been playing with yourself while you’ve thought about that day? What do you want to do next time?
She glanced at the door, the messages momentarily forgotten as she slipped off the bed and hurried across the room. Locking the door, a smile spread across her face as she lept back on the bed, settling on her back again.
Her fingers danced over the screen as she typed out a reply.
I haven’t been avoiding you.
I grinned at the message. My pants were still open, my cock still hard and out, but her words made me forget about everything else.
But you are avoiding the question.
