Page 70 of Pride: Kneel Before None

My mind drifted, picturing the reel of dreams inside her head.

Her.

Me.

Another high-pitched noise from her.

My cock.

I straightened from my hunched position and leaned back. With an elbow resting on top of the vanity, the edge of it pressed against my spine. My free hand dropped down onto the growing bulge between my legs.

The ache was growing almost painful. That was what my Little Spade reduced me to: a needy fucking wreck.

Seeing the way the neckline of her soft pink bralette barely contained her breasts felt like a personal taunt. It was as if her body knew I was watching, wanting me to fantasize about filling my hands with them or tasting the stiff peaks of her nipples. Maybe even seeing how my cock looked between her perfect tits.

All blood flow completely traveled south, and my hand had already worked my belt open. The movement of my fingers was on autopilot as one thing became my focus.

I worked the zipper open enough to give space for my hand to slide into the depths of my boxer briefs.

A deep groan vibrated through me as my hand grasped the hard length of my dick. No hesitation, just pure lust driving my strokes.

Fuck. Even in her sleep, my Little Spade knew how to tease me into a frenzy.

My palm glided from root to tip in even strokes. There was no rush while my Little Spade succumbed to a state of unconsciousness. So I took my time.

Savoring the sight of Eve in such a vulnerable position made me want to stretch out this time together for as long as possible.

I tipped my head back, my eyes falling shut as I focused on imagining her cunt instead of my hand. The pleasure traveled along my spine in even waves with each stroke. My thumb spread a bead of precum over the swollen head of my cock, but it was a pale comparison to how wet it would be if I were buried deep inside her.

There was no denying that my palm felt inadequate to what lay only feet away from me. Having Eve here and available was a more tempting alternative to jacking myself off while she slept.

Told myself to leave her be.

Then told myself that it was for her benefit.

I rose from the stool, my cock jutting out from the opening of my trousers.

Approaching her bed, I slipped my arms out of my suspenders until they hung at my sides. I yanked the rest of my shirt free from the waist of my loosened pants, fingers moving to release each button with precision and speed.

By the time I crawled onto the bed, the shirt had been ditched onto the floor, and I hadn’t been bothered to do more than shove my pants and boxers down just far enough to be completely free from the confines.

The mattress dipped underneath my weight as I crawled over Eve, spreading her thighs enough for me to settle between them.

Her legs easily fell open at my encouragement, her body already knowing who she belonged to. The rest of her shifted restlessly underneath me, my hand still running up along the inside of her thigh. My thumb traced over the spade, my brand and claim to her very existence in this world.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as her body arched up against me.

I lowered my head, my mouth pressed against her ear as I whispered, “Shh, Little Spade. Let me take care of you. Going to make sure you get what you need from me.”

Preferably without passing out this time like some juvenile demon whose balls hadn’t even dropped yet.

My hand traced down her side, past the swell of her breast, the delicate ridges of her ribs, in at the dip of her waist and over the curve of her hip.

Bracing myself above her, my body careful not to crush hers beneath my weight, I hooked my fingers into the crotch of her underwear, the heat of her pressing against my knuckles.

One swift tug and the lace yielded to the force I inflicted on it, exposing Eve to me. The sight alone made my cock twitch in anticipation as another bead of precum leaked from the tip.

Despite the tearing of fabric, my Little Spade barely shifted. She murmured something incoherent, her head pressing back into the pillow. Such a good fucking girl, laid out before me.