He pushes open the door, the dim hallway light catching on the hard lines of his shoulders as he stands in the doorway.
Neither of us speak, though I’m pretty sure I can hear his heart beating from across the room, but maybe that’s my own.
What the hell do I say?He was most definitely watching me, which means he most definitely is interested, right? It’s that, or the years of loneliness have turned him to desperation.
I’m not sure I care which it is at this point.
My gaze drops to his cock that’s pressing against his sweatpants.
I’m going to die! I’m going to die right here and now if I don’t turn that vibrator back on and finish myself off!
“I’m…” I pause unsure of what to say. “You—”
“Why’d you stop?” His dark gaze lifts to mine, and my breath catches.
“Go on, show me how you touch yourself.”
My stomach flips and my heart gallops, my mind racing in two directions at once.
Is this really happening?
This is wrong! I should stop!
My body, though, tells me to keep moving, to obey his commands, to put on a show.
It’s then that a girl I don’t know takes over. She pulls off the blanket, spreads her legs to the sides, and lands the vibrator flat on her open pussy like a little slut who lives for come.
Right now, nothing has ever been more true.
Cash steps forward, a low growl in his throat as he walks closer, his hand brushing over his hard cock. “Jesus Christ, I’m going to hell.”
I whimper and push the wand in circles over my clit as I watch him take me in. “How often do you do this, princess? Do you come back here at night and touch yourself a lot?” His rough hand hovers over my thigh, not yet touching me.
I hum in response, my core already tensing as his gaze goes wild.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself like this? Do you think about that guy from the beach?” His voicecracks as he says, “You shouldn’t. I don’t like that boy, princess. I don’t want you thinking about him ever again.”
Princess.I swear if he calls me princess one more time, I’m going to lose it.
“No.” I swallow hard as he stares down at me, studying my folds like they’re fine literature. “I was thinking about you.”
He growls low as his hot hand lands against the deepest, thickest parts of my thigh.
“Good girl. Now tell me what you think about.” He brushes the tips of his rough fingers along my thigh as he waits, nearly touching my pussy with each swipe.
“I think about misbehaving,” I manage, my hips rocking into his touch until his fingertips slide onto my seam.
“Fuck,” he growls low. “Tell me how you misbehave. Do you slide this little virgin pussy onto my cock? Do you let me spread you wide, fill you up, mark your perfect, little body so everyone knows where you belong?” His heavy frame lifts on top of mine as he slides his fingers behind the vibrator and into my sopping wet hole with an exasperated sigh.
“Jesus, you’re tight.”
Eagerness rolls inside of me as my dad’s best friend fingers my little pussy with expert precision.
“I need to come!”
“Keep moaning like that and we’ll both come.”
“Do it!” I pant. “I need to see your cock! I need to feel it!”
