Page 56 of House of Lies

After only a few strokes—of her pussy and my cock—her arousal coats my fingers. I smear her warm, slick lube over my shaft, fiercely biting back a groan at the thought of her waking up and seeing my dick gleaming with her pussy juices.

Wondering if I was inside her while she was sleeping.

Fuck.

My jaw clenches—this time with hedonistic euphoria—as I stroke her pussy again. Her breath huffs out of her, still slow, but no longer shallow. There’s a faint scraping sound as her fingernails drag slowly over the sheets, the hand in front of her face curling into a fist.

I push the tip of my finger inside her.

Jesus, she’s so wet.

And warm.

I slowly pump the first inch of my middle finger in and out of her soaked pussy as I slide my index finger up to her clit.

My hand moves faster over my cock, my thumb swiping precum from the head as it leaks out, coating my shaft.

Fuck, how I wish her pussy was swallowing my cock right now.

Cassidy lets out a soft moan, her legs shifting, trapping my fingers between her thighs. I stop, panting silently, waiting to see if she’ll wake up.

But she must have slipped into a dream, because I feel her pussy grip my fingertip.

Christ, how the hell am I supposed to restrain myself? Her pussy’s begging me to fill it.

I slowly start pumping my finger into her wet hole again, biting down on my bottom lip so I don’t accidentally let out a groan as I start jerking off again. The pleasure is so intense, my eyes roll up, and I struggle to keep my bearings, to make sure I’m not fingerfucking her right out of her wet little dream and straight into a goddamn nightmare.

Her moans never grow louder. But I swear to God I can feel her pussy tightening like she’s going to come.

That’s all I need to shoot my fucking load.

The sick fuck that I am…I can’t help but aim it straight at her wet little cunt.

I peel back her pussy lips too.

There’s just enough light to see how my cum hits the dark slit between her legs, how it merges with her own creamy juices and oozes out.

But I keep coming, keep filling up that innocent little hole as Cassidy sleeps, oblivious to the filthy things I’m doing to her.

When my entire load is emptied over Cassidy’s pussy, it’s only rational I get the fuck out of there.

But I’m not a rational man.

I’m not a good man.

I couldn’t stop what just happened anymore than I could have stopped breathing.

No wonder I use my thumb to push as much of my warm cum back inside her pussy.

I tower over her, my entire body thrumming.

Then I lean down and touch my thumb to her pouty little mouth, brushing a single stroke of cum over her bottom lip. Her eyelashes flutter, but thank fuck, she doesn’t wake up.

As I stare down at her angelic form as she sleeps, an effervescence fills me. A brief flare of happiness, satisfaction…maybe even hope.

Maybe I should bring her to the city.

I’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t draw too much attention.

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