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Jesus.My back arches off the bed like one of those movies about a girl possessed by a demon as the orgasm drags on and on. He keeps pounding into me, not slowing down, wanting everything I can give him.
Just when I think I may die from an orgasm, it finally slows and then stops.
I lay on my bed, pulling the vibrator from me. Turning it off, I drop it on the bed, shocked over this experience. I’ve never had an orgasm like that.
Throwing my arm over my eyes, I shake my head, shame filling me.I’m fucking sick, fantasizing about my fucking arrogant asshole of a stepbrother.
No matter how gorgeous he is.
IT’S A GODDAMN VIBRATOR
Evan
Fuck!My head bangs against my bedroom wall as I watch Lexi on my phone. I hid cameras all over her bedroom to watch her from every angle and not miss a thing.
After that disastrous car ride home, I debated talking to her but decided against it. She’s too emotional right now and will only lash out at me, then close herself off.
And if I’m honest with myself, I’m still too damn horny to think straight since getting a taste of her in the restroom. When I licked her juices from my fingers, the taste of her on my tongue exploded into an unquenchable addiction.
My pulse pounds. I need more.
Turning my attention to the cameras, I watch her dance while she unpacks. Her mood seems to improve until she unpacks her shoes. Her expression became wistful as she pulled a pair of worn Converse sneakers from her duffle bag, her fingers lovingly stroking them as she stared into space before reverently sitting them in her closet. I never wanted to be a fucking pair of shoes so much in my life.
Lexi grabs a notebook and crawls onto her new bed, flipping to an empty page. Although I can’t see what she’s writing, I know it’s a journal. A gateway to her private thoughts. Wild fucking horses can’t prevent me from getting my hands on it, and since I have zero patience when it comes to her, I’m reading it tonight.
When she’s finished writing, she tucks the journal in the top drawer of her nightstand and then heads to the window, staring out into the darkness.
My heart stutters inside my chest as I take in the heaviness in her posture. She looks so lost and alone. It tugs at something deep inside me that I haven’t felt since my mother abandoned me. My muscles tense, and restlessness fills me as I paced back and forth across the carpet in my bedroom, my fingers clenching the phone as though it was withholding the truth from me.
What the hell is Lexi thinking about that is causing that fucking haunted look in her eyes?
Jesus Christ, Evan. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve never been soft for anyone like this.Running a hand through my hair, I pace like a caged tiger, half insane from how Lexi makes me feel. I don’t fucking do these kinds of emotions. I’m cold, hardened from the fake fucking world I’ve grown up in. I thrive on other’s fear and embarrassment, viewing them as tools to meet my goals while not giving a fuck about their feelings.
Until Lexi fucking Morgan swept into my life like a damn tornado.
You need to reign in your wayward emotions. Lexi may very well be playing everyone.
When my eyes drop to the phone, Lexi squares her shoulders, smiling as she dances to the music. My mouth goes dry, and I groan as she sensually works the fucking bedpost like a damn stripper pole.
What the fuck song is she listening to? Fucking earbuds.
I’m calling Luca tomorrow. I need something that will allow me to listen to Lexi. I’m happy to test out those trackers, too.
Fuck it. I’m texting him now. Patience isn’t a virtue in this case.
Once I’ve hit send, I return to the cameras in Lexi’s room. My eyes bulge out of my head.What the fuck is that in her hand?Her cheeks are scarlet as her hips sensually roll to the beat of the music playing through her earbuds. She tosses it onto the bed, and I nearly break my fucking phone.It’s a goddamn vibrator.
You don’t need a fucking toy, Lexi. You have me.
The way she’s dancing, facing the bed, gives me a perfect view of her ass. But what has my dick throbbing and nearly blowing my load inside my pants is when she spins around, her eyes hooded from lust as her hand slips beneath her shirt, gliding over her hand nipples.
I’m salivating as I watch her head fall back, long chestnut locks glimmering with reddish-blonde highlights beneath the lighting in her bedroom. Then her hand slides down the waistband of her sweatpants, and I grab my cock through my pants, my breaths rasping in and out of my lungs.
Fuck me. That’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
My eyes narrow as I hold the phone close to my face, not wanting to miss a single second of this show.Is she touching her pussy like I did earlier?
Her chest heaves, breasts bouncing up and down as she strips off her clothing in record time.
