Page 30 of Unforeseen Love

Speeding up my movements, she tries her hardest to keep her eyes on my face and not roaming down to watch what I’m doing.

“What’s the matter? Worried you’ll enjoy it?”

She shakes her head.

And for some reason, I want to see how far I can push her before she breaks.

“Does it make your cunt wet thinking of what it would feel like to have me buried deep inside you?”

Her gasp is like a trigger, and I work myself harder, faster, as I piston my ever-growing length.

I force myself to keep watching her, even though the urge to throw my head back and close my eyes to allow the sensations to take over is painful.

My breathing is becoming choppy the more I fuck myself with my hand. “I bet if you were to touch yourself right now, you’d be dripping.”

Now it’s her breathing growing deeper, her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes.

My piercing only proves to stimulate me more and I’ve never been more grateful I took the plunge than I am right now.

“Your nipples are hard. Is this turning you on?” I ask. My voice is heavy now, full of my desire the higher it climbs.

I can see the moment she’s about to turn and walk away.

“Stay, keep watching me. When you go back to your room and fuck your own pussy when I’m done, I want to hear it. Do you understand me?”

My tone is harsh even to my ears, but the way her eyes grow darker, the way she licks her lips and swallows tells me everything her mouth isn’t—Morticia is getting off on it, and fuck me, I am too.

“Are you thinking about what I’d taste like, as I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?”

I’m goading her to the point of no return now, and I know she’s just as invested in my impending climax as I am. If she wasn’t, she’d be gone already. But she’s too stubborn for that. I swear, even though there’s at least six feet between her and me, I can smell her arousal from here.

She squeezes her thighs together and bites down on her bottom lip so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. I wonder if she likes a little pain, and I think of all the fun I could have finding out.

As my balls tighten, I quickly move my T-shirt off my stomach, sucking in a deep breath. My spine ripples with undiluted shockwaves as tendrils of pleasure shoot right through my core and I come in hot, thick spurts all over my hand and stomach—my orgasm relentless. It takes all my willpower to keep watching Sienna as she eye fucks me. The way her lips part, how she squeezes her thighs together, gripping her middle so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she bruises.

I keep pumping and squeezing until the very last drop of come is released. And then with my clean hand, I reach up and pull my T-shirt over my head in a practiced move. I quickly wipe myself up before getting to my feet and tucking my semi hard dick into my joggers as I stalk towards Sienna.

She’s blinking rapidly and, fuck me, if I don’t want to devour every crevice of her body. My eyes flick to her boobs, her nipples straining against her lounge top––the fact she’s not wearing a bra hasn’t helped her cause over the fact she thoroughly enjoyed the show.

She takes a step back as I crowd her in the doorway, and I grip the door in a death grip. It takes every ounce of self-restraint I have not to touch her. If I do, it will be game over. And I quite enjoy a little game of cat and mouse.

Leaning down until my lips graze the shell of her ear, a shiver rolls through her as I whisper, “I can smell how fucking turned on you are. Now, go, fuck that sweet cunt of yours, and I want to hear you when you come.”

The sound of her gasp is all I hear before I take a step back and slam my bedroom door in her face. Resting my forehead against the door, I hold my breath and listen, only letting out a sigh when the floorboard creaks followed by the slamming of her bedroom door.

ChapterNineteen

Sienna

“What the fuck?” I’m visibly shaking when I shut myself in my room.

Did that seriously just happen? I just watched him as he wanked off and came right in front of me.

The pulse between my legs gives way to my own arousal and I loathe he’s had an effect on me, but I couldn’t walk away. Part of me was screaming to go, the other part was too intrigued and had to stay.

Besides, he called in the ‘favour’, but I hardly see how, when in all honesty, I got some kind of voyeuristic pleasure in watching him.

All I can say is, I’m glad my top stops at my thighs, because if it hadn’t, he would have been able to see just how true his words were. I’m drenched.

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