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Grayson
Forthelastfewdays we haven’t done much but eat and sleep. This fucking bullet wound has really sat me on my ass, and I’ve considered a number of times that perhaps we should make the journey into San Jose to the closest hospital. I quickly dismiss the idea though. Bullet wounds need to be reported to the cops, and we don’t need that sort of attention, so I’ve been sleeping as much as I can to help my body heal.
The canned food I keep here is nothing much, but it’s something, and I appreciate that Princess hasn’t complained much about it. She’s too thin though, and I hate the idea of her losing more meat off her bones, so I know I need to get her back to the clubhouse where she can at least have some bread with her soup.
For someone who says she doesn’t care, Zoe is paying a lot of attention to me right now.
When I shower, she hovers nearby, watching over me as if she’s worried I’ll pass out again. And when I ease myself into bed at night, she makes sure my pillow is fluffed before curling into me for the night.
It’s easy to fall into a heavy abyss of deep sleep with her sweet scent wrapping around me and her gentle fingers grazing small trails on my chest. Something I don’t think she even realizes she does.
Now with the light of a new day fighting its way through the edges of the blinds, I’m wide awake, completely wired, and my dick is right fucking there with me. Even the air conditioner which has been blasting ever since we arrived can’t seem to cool the heat prickling over my skin.
I can’t remember the last time I woke up so hard. A hunger that feels fucking consuming has me turning my sights onto the sleeping princess next to me.
She’s wearing another one of my old t-shirts that I keep stashed up here. It’s faded and out of shape, but like usual, she makes it look like a fucking designer brand. It’s ridden up, showing me her panty clad pussy, just waiting to be touched. Rubbed. Licked.
I don’t know why I love taking advantage of her when she’s asleep, but there’s just something about the version of Zoe Miller I get when she finally rouses, all worked up, horny and hungry for my cock. I love the idea that I can make her unaware body ignite with lust. That some slow, sensual rubbing over her clit sends a rush of blood to the region, making her slick with need.
The other thing I like about taking advantage of her like this, is how much I can tell she loves to wake up being worshiped, right in the middle of the buildup, to the point where she will never say no. Where she will chase her pleasure, and worry about the consequences later.
Ultimately, I’m taking away her thought process where she might be second guessing if she should go through with it, despite how much she wants to.
Slowly turning onto my side, my gaze travels from her sleeping face where her plump pink lips are parted a fraction, down to her chest where her nipples are hidden, asleep too.
She has stubbornly refused to ask for my cock. I don’t know why I need her to ask for it other than I want her to remember who is in charge here. I fucking love having her submit to me, but also, I love how she fights me. I don’t want her to be too pliable. I love seeing the fight in her eyes which makes taking her all the more fucking epic.
Carefully shifting my hand, I wince briefly as pain from my healing shoulder shoots down my arm, and it takes me a few deep breaths until it eases off. Trying again, this time my arm moves a little easier, and I brush my fingers over her panty clad mound, my eyes darting back up to her face, gauging if she’s about to wake up already. When nothing happens, I graze over her mound again, this time slower and with more pressure.
My cock jerks behind my jocks, hard and angry, ready to find its source of relief.
It can fucking wait. This here, making Zoe Miller aroused has to be one of my favorite things to do.
I keep working gently over her mound, watching how her breathing starts to deepen, and her cheeks start to pinken. Her body is responding to me, craving the next brush of my fingers, so I pick up the pace as I ease up on my elbow to get a better look.
A grin pulls at my lips as I see the damp patch forming between her legs, and the urge to send her skyrocketing is almost consuming me, but I hold back. I want this to last. I want her to remain asleep until I can sink my cock inside her and fuck her while she’s asleep. Fill her cunt with so much of my cum that it will spill over.
I bite back the primal rumble that wants to sound in my chest. I don’t know when I turned into this man. A one-woman man. But fuck, there’s just something about having another person to share your twisted ways with.
A moan escapes Zoe’s lips, and she shifts on the bed next to me, so I stop, pulling my hand back, watching to see if she will wake fully.
When she doesn’t, I slowly roll out of the bed and remove my jocks, giving my weeping dick a few good pumps as I round the end of the bed, not taking my eyes off Zoe for a second.
She’s almost starfished, which works well for me, but she still has clothes on, which doesn’t fucking work one bit.
Padding out of the bedroom and through the quiet cabin, I roll my shoulder a few times, trying to ignore the bite of pain that comes as I try to loosen it up. It feels stiff, and my muscles are sore, probably from holding myself tense. Hopefully, it’s not a sign of infection, although I have to say, I feel fucking good apart from the dull ache and occasional sharp pain.
I find the first-aid kit still on the table, with the scissors I used to cut Zoe’s top when she changed my bandages yesterday. They are sharp and exactly what I need to fix the amount of fabric covering her body right now.
Returning to the bedroom with them, I round to Zoe’s side of the bed, and watch her for a moment to make sure she’s still sleeping. When I’m sure she’s still out, I lean over the bed and proceed to carefully cut my t-shirt up the center, taking extra time at the neckline in case Zoe shifts suddenly.
When I’m done, I gently separate the fabric, draping it open to reveal her tits which pebble instantly with the cooling air, and her taut stomach that looks lickable, but too thin. She needs to eat more. Something I will definitely fix when we return to the club.
Her panties are still damp, and I study them for a moment to figure out the best way to get them off her undisturbed. Considering the heat between her legs may be too sensitive for the touch of stainless steel, I decide to cut her panties at each hip.
It’s easier than I thought, gently pulling the fabric off her skin and cutting through it, and once both sides are done, I peel the top part down, exposing her flesh.
Fuuuck, she’s a sight. It’s like she was put on this earth for me, molded to fit my body and my black fucking heart perfectly.
