Page 4 of Sick Little Devotion

Don’t do it.

Warning bells chirp in my head as I flip the covers back. I glance down at my black jeans, tempted to strip them off so they don’t scrape against her soft olive skin… But that might put me in a compromising position if I had to get out of here quickly. With a sigh of defeat, I take a seat on the edge of the bed, watching Sara carefully.

I don’t want to wake her up quite yet. I still have things to arrange for us. I need to make sure my business won’t touch her—and that means I need to finalize the handoffs with the dealers. Sara wouldn’t approve of my line of work, but she has no idea of the money I make and the life I can give her. I’m doing it all for her. If I wasn’t, I’d be happy to live in a cardboard box, scrounging dumpsters for food.

But for Sara? I’d do anything, including apologizing for something that wasn’t my fault.

I lean back on the pillow beside her, once again swept into the sweet scent of her. It feels like coming home, even though I haven’t lain here in seven years. I run my hands over my face as my cock strains against my jeans. I want to bury it inside of her, and I could right now. I could slip it right in between her legs and plunge into her pussy.

My fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I won’t do that, but I have to have some relief. Just like I've done so many times before whenever I had to sate these urges. I free up my dick and begin to stroke with one hand, while the other flips the covers back a little further…

Fuck.

Sara’s ass is bare, clad only in a skimpy little thong, showcasing its alluring contours. It makes me wonder if she’s let anyone touch her. I know her uncle never did—but the thought of another man taking what’s mine leaves me in a rage. I stroke harder, wishing I could explode all over her. My mouth grows dry as my head becomes hazy with lust.

My fingers trace along her bare skin, following the soft curve of her hip. I lick my lips as I cover her ass cheek, wishing I could rear back and slap it, leaving a print. I have to handle Sara with care though. For all I know, she might not want me anymore.

Too bad.

I grunt as I edge closer to climax, lying there beside her in her bed. I roll to my side, the tip of my cock only inches from her ass. She’s a heavy sleeper, and that’s a good fucking thing. I stroke. I touch her, tracing my hand around to the front of her, following her stomach.

Just do it. Just touch her.

My hand reaches the front, brushing against her underwear. I want a taste of her sweet pussy so bad. It’s fucking torture to be stuck here jacking off when the real thing is so close to me.

I waited for you, Sara.

I swallow hard as I dive beneath her underwear, feeling the softness of the skin the world never sees. Her pussy is clean-shaven, and that discovery alone makes my erection grow even more painful. I slow my hand, not ready to come just yet. My fingers slip lower, and I hold my breath as I finally connect with her clit.

My body erupts with fresh arousal as she moans softly. I grit my teeth and stop myself from coming at the sound. I want her wet. Slowly, I begin to gyrate the pad of my fingers against her bent over body. Her skin is so soft, and as she grows wet, I almost come undone. Her hips begin to rock against my hand, her bare ass brushing against my cock.

Oh shit.

I tense up as I slip two fingers through her slit, feeling the warm tightness of her. I pull my hand gently from her and smear the wetness across my shaft. My eyes close as I pump again, the scent of her pussy brought to my nostril as I slip those fingers into my mouth. It’s mesmerizing.

I’m finally fucking tasting her.

All my muscles constrict as I stroke faster, and an explosive orgasm fills my hand. It takes all my willpower to restrain myself from making a sound as I stifle my satisfied groan. Sara has turned me into a pervert of sorts, and I’m not even upset about it. I glance down at my handful of cum and smile wickedly. I know where this belongs…

Carefully, I pull her underwear to the side, exposing her slick pussy. She might be sleeping, but we’re going to share this fucking moment. Biting down on my lip, I take some of my cum on the tip of my fingers and press it into her pussy. I glide up and down her slit with it, covering her in my cum.

This is where I should’ve come.

I remove my hand and disgustingly use the material of my boxer briefs to clean up the rest of me. I don’t know if she’ll find me on her tomorrow and know what it is, but at least I’ve laid my claim. I put my cock away and redo my jeans, laying there beside her for a few more minutes. I had no intention of doing that.

But damn, it felt so fucking good.

I bring my fingers to my nose, breathing in the sweet, tangy scent of her pussy mixed with me. That’s what our sex will smell like, and I can’t fucking wait for it to start.

“What the hell are you doing up?” A voice erupts in the stillness, and I nearly shoot straight upward. I recognize that voice. I slide out of the bed and creep to the window, glancing back at Sara to make sure she didn’t wake up.

Thankfully, she’s still sleeping.

My eyes probe out into the darkness and land on the dreaded pool house. There, leaning on his cane, is Ron. I blink a couple of times, trying to process what I’m seeing. How is he up and walking? He was fucking paralyzed from the damage I did to him…

“I’m just going for an evening walk,” Ron, the cane-wielding pedophile, says to Will as he lights a cigarette.

“You need to stay away from the house,” Will grunts, and for a split second, I actually don’t abhor the man.