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“Feels good?” I whisper in her ear.
“The best. I can’t remember the last time someone played with my hair.” Her voice comes out low and breathy, the sound traveling straight down to my cock. She leans back into me as I finish with her hair and set the brush aside.
My cock, which I had tamed with the cold shower, is back to achingly hard and throbbing as Dolly falls asleep in my arms. I hold her there a minute longer before I force myself to lift her and lay her down gently on her back, noting she hadn’t put her pink leggings back on before falling asleep.
I ease off the bed and turn off the dome light, leaving me with just the light from the parking lot peeking in through a small gap in the black-out curtains. It’s enough for me to see her face, relaxed and so damn angelic. I palm her cheek, moving some of her hair that had fallen across it back over her shoulder. Her skin is so supple and soft, and I find myself unable to move away like I should. I could stare at this little angel all day and night.
I rub my thumb back and forth over her cheek, then down to trace her slightly parted pink lips. Her little tongue darts out to lick her lips, the tip of it moving over the tip of my thumb.
What I wouldn’t give to have her little, wet tongue on my dick.
I have to bite back the low moan rumbling up my chest at that mental image.
After pulling my hand back, knowing I need to stop touching her and fantasizing about her, I draw the blanket up. When I do, I accidentally skim her breast with the back of my hand, and my dick jerks. I couldn’t tell before with her shirt being so large and loose, but I’m well aware now that she isn’t wearing a bra. Pulling the blanket back down, I skim both hands over her breasts, darting my eyes up to her face to see if she’s woken up.
Her breathing is even and deep, and I do something I know will send me straight to the pits of hell—I gently palm both breasts, lightly rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my dick is painfully stiff now, begging for attention. What the hell am I doing, I scream internally as I slowly drag a hand down her torso, thumb the hem of her T-shirt to lift it, and slip my hand underneath. I lightly palm her flat belly, wondering what it would feel like if she had a little baby bump here.
We never did get that emergency pill…
Sliding my hand higher under her shirt, I revel in the feel of her silky skin. I gently palm a breast, testing the weight of it, all the while screaming at myself to back away. I wasn’t gentle with her breasts last time, having groped her aggressively in my sleep, but now I take my time, lightly squeezing and releasing her tit. I move my hand back down to her hem, and—telling myself I only want a little peek—I drag her shirt up until both breasts are fully exposed.
They’re even more perfect than in my fantasy.
Checking again that Dolly is still asleep, I kneel next to the bed. Her nipples are large, puffy, and soft, though I can’t tell what color they are in the dim light. I know I shouldn’t—that any notion of me still being a good guy has been smashed to smithereens—but I can’t resist licking one nipple and then the other when she doesn’t stir.
Her nipples start to pebble now that they’re wet and exposed to the air, and I draw one carefully into my mouth, tonguing the hardened bud. Keeping my eyes locked on Dolly’s face, I draw her nipple deeper, rolling my tongue in circles around the peak.
Fuck, the mental image of her perfect tits full of milk, ready to feed our baby, sends me into overdrive, and I feel pre-cum leak out of my slit. I reach down to pull my engorged cock out of my sweatpants and start stroking my shaft as I continue to nurse her nipple.
Growing bolder as I sink deeper into sin, my other hand travels back down her torso and slips just under the waistband of her pale pink panties. My fingertips are an inch away from the tightest, sexiest cunt I’ve ever been in. I pet her mound as I stroke my cock a little faster.
Dolly finally begins to stir, turning her head toward the side and parting her legs. I freeze, sick with dread that she’s going to wake up and discover what I’ve done to her. It should be enough to make me stop, but I don’t when she starts snoring.
I stroke my dick faster, spiked adrenaline at almost getting caught coursing through my veins. My moans of pleasure are muffled by the nipple I’m still sucking on, my fingertips inching closer to the hot heaven between her legs that is now more accessible with her thighs spread.
My middle finger has moved low enough now to dip in between her juicy pussy lips, and I wish it were my dick sliding through her folds instead of my finger. She’s slightly wet, her body responding to me even in her sleep. Gathering her arousal, I lazily tease her clit, enough that she starts panting softly but not enough for her to orgasm or wake up.
The heat of her perfect pussy and her panting breaths set me off. I release her nipple, watching as her tit jiggles, and pull my fingers out of her panties. Fuck, I don’t know where to cum, and I’m so goddamn close to bursting all over my hand.
I spot my discarded sweatshirt on the floor and swipe it up just in time to cum into it while biting back the need to roar Dolly’s name. Staring at the soiled sweatshirt, I have the sudden thought that my seed is being wasted on it when it should have been spent deep inside her pussy.
Where it belongs, my mind whispers.
Before I put her clothes back to rights, I have the most fucked up idea to grab my cell phone and take a picture of Dolly laid out, her big, beautiful tits on display, eyes closed, lips parted, and sleeping peacefully. Gently picking up her leg closest to me, I bend her knee and spread her thighs wider. I set her leg down and hook a finger in her panties, carefully pulling them to the side to reveal her slick pussy lips.
I had forgotten the camera would flash with it being so dark, and my heart stops beating in my chest. I’m terrified Dolly is going to wake up and discover I’ve violated her, especially after promising I’d never hurt her again. I should be throwing myself at her feet and begging her forgiveness, then turning myself in to the authorities.
Instead, I simply stand still as a statue as I wait, holding my breath, my blood thundering in my ears. When she doesn’t react, I slowly exhale in relief that I’ve gotten away with what I’ve done.
Goddamn, this girl sleeps like the dead.
Since she doesn’t so much as twitch, I go another step further, having completely lost myself to my basest, darkest, most sinful desires. I turn my phone’s flashlight on at the lowest setting, lean in close, and part her pussy lips until I can make out the shadowy hood of her clit. I zoom in to get a close-up photo of her entire pussy spread wide. On the screen, in perfect clarity, I can see her shiny juices glistening on her lips and clit.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I don’t stop myself from leaning down further to swipe my tongue through her folds, gathering her arousal on my tongue, savoring her sweet, unique taste. The scent of her musk mixed with the soap she used in the shower has my cock swelling and aching for release again.
But I know I’ve gone way too far, and any second now, my luck will run out. I carefully, regretfully, adjust Dolly’s panties back in place. I gingerly kiss the top of her panties, her belly just under the navel, over her ribs, and the underside of each breast, then lick across each of her nipples one last time. Once I’ve readjusted her shirt and my sweatpants, I draw her blanket up to cover her and lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight, babygirl. Sweet dreams.”
