Page 115 of Bad Run

“Such a good fucking girl,” he croons. His words slither over my sensitive skin in a heated caress. “Now, keep going. Touch that pretty little pussy for me.”

With his eyes on me, I spread my legs wider and dip my fingers between my legs, alternating between rubbing my aching clit with my fingers and dipping them into my soaked channel.

Having Lance’s eyes on me makes touching myself so much hotter. My hips buck, seeking to please not just myself but him too. My orgasm edges closer to the finish line.

My pelvic muscles tense, and I can feel myself on the precipice, but the edge is just out of my reach. I need something more. Something to push me over.

“Lance.” His name is a plea on my tongue. Begging for help. “I need. I need …”

“I know what you need, little witch, but I can’t touch you. If I do, I’ll never leave. You can do this. Imagine it’s my dick moving in and out of that tight, wet pussy of yours.”

Not taking my eyes off him for a second, I do what he says.

Lance watches me, his gaze hungry like that of a rabid wolf ready to pounce on his next meal. But his resolve is steady as he stays in the doorway.

“That’s it. Fuck those fingers for me.” Lance grips his hard shaft over his slacks, adjusting himself.

The sound of my wet sex and moans of pleasure fills the room.

“Sexiest woman on the planet, in my bed, fucking herself. Best thing I’ve ever seen.” Lance’s chest rises and falls with every quick breath he takes. His blue eyes keep me floating above the surface like a lifesaver.

My muscles tighten, and my clit pulses beneath my fingertips.

“Keep one hand inside you and place your other on your clit.”

I obey, placing my fingertips on my clit and massaging the swollen nub. In just a few strokes, my thighs shake as the coil between my legs draws tight, ready to snap.

“Oh, yes, Lance,” I pant, breath ragged and scratchy.

“You’re so close, baby. Let go. I need you to come all over my pillow right fucking now. Soak it with your cum. I want to smell your sweet cunt on the fabric when I fall asleep at night.”

His dirty words push me over the edge, and I burst into a million pieces of shimmering light.

“Lance,” I chant as euphoria explodes, like a raging fire behind my pelvic bone, and spreads from my center out, curling my toes.

“You look so fucking pretty when your skin flushes and you come all over my pillow,” Lance grunts, his voice thick and gritty.

Seconds pass as I softly land back on the ground from one of the best orgasms of my life.

Lifting onto my elbows, I stare at Lance, who is still standing at the door. Not a shred of embarrassment fills me as I lie naked and spread-eagle in bed. His eyes roam every inch of my body.

“I’m so sorry. I know I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“You never have to apologize for being here, Gwen.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now?”

“Not for another couple of hours. Had to come back because I forgot something.”

“What’s that?”

“My pillow.”

I throw my head back and laugh at the ceiling. “Of course that’s what you came back for.”

“You know I never travel without it. And now I’m never getting rid of it.”

“Do you need a ride back?”