Page 85 of On the Line

Three steps down the hallway.

Her door is ajar.

I try to keep my breathing steady, but my hand shakes with nerves when I slowly push the door open the rest of the way. A small sliver of moonlight illuminates the side of her bed, most of her body cloaked in darkness, an upright fan droning in the corner.

On light feet, I approach the bed as cautiously as possible. She’s on her stomach, her face turned away from me. In this end-of-summer heat, she’s only wearing a small white cami with just a thin sheet to cover her, pushed down to her waist. I can see the curve of her ass just underneathit. I peel the sheet off her body with the same steady concentration as an EOD defusing a bomb.

When I realize she’s only wearing panties on her bottom half, her leg bent toward her chest making her ass jut upwards, my dick throbs against my zipper, growing harder by the fucking second.

I take a second to stare at her.

She’s so fucking perfect.

I gently rest my knee on the mattress so I can better reach her. My fingers graze the cotton covering her pussy, softly rubbing her clit.

I suddenly feel high on drugs, my head swimming.

I push her panties to the side, slowly spreading her pussy open with two fingers.

Fuck.

This feels so delectably wrong, but my brain is on fucking fire, my cock throbbing, aching to sink into her pretty little heat. Especially when I remember her instructions.

I want you to do whatever you want with me, even if I say no.

I palm my dick over my jeans with my free hand, trying to control my breathing; thankfully the fan in the corner of her room cloaks most of the incriminating sounds I’m making. Circling a finger around her entrance, my body pulses with my most primal needs. I bring two fingers to my lips and swirl them over my tongue, covering them in spit. With those same two fingers, I slowly push my way into her pussy until I’m knuckle deep.

James squirms, a small mumble drifting out of her lips.

I pause, my heart slamming in my chest like I’m being caught. But with this overwhelming, heightening desire I can barely control myself. I can’t be sure if she’s alreadyawake and pretending to sleep, but I’m too far gone to care.

I hush her softly, a feather-light trail down her back. “Go back to sleep, princess,” I whisper as I start to fuck her with my fingers. A slow glide in, and then out. “You’re just dreaming.”

She settles and I close my eyes on a deep exhale, my muscles shaking with barely controlled restraint. Sliding out of her, I slowly crawl fully onto the mattress and pinch her panties with my fingers. Delicately sliding them down her ass, I keep them around her upper thighs.

I stroke her pussy with two fingers again and this time she’s considerably more wet than before. Biting down on a groan, I smooth my tongue over my teeth.

She’s getting off on this.

I turn feverish at the thought of fucking her when she’s so pliable.

So fuckingmineto do as I please.

Bending down, I squeeze her ass with as little force as possible, spreading her open for me. When my tongue finally tastes her hot cunt, I shift into another reality entirely. One where I spend my days adoring her like this. One where I sustain solely on the flavors of her arousal.

I can’t help but moan into her soft skin, my fingers pressing deeper into her supple ass.

I feel her squirm again, this time her hand finds my head, weakly trying to push me away.

“What are you doing?” she mutters, as if half-unconscious, her hand limp but reaching. “Stop.”

I freeze for only a second but then grin to myself, knowing that our little game has just begun. My hand travels up her back, my mouth now licking her clit, petting her as if trying to calm her back into a deep slumber. “Bequiet for me, princess,” I coo softly, “I promise you’ll like it.”

Licking from her cunt up to her ass, I slip two fingers back into her. Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her arousal squelching around them and my self-control begins to fray.

Pulling away, still on my knees, I swallow hard and unzip my jeans as silently as possible, pulling my cock out. I fist it hard, smoothing the pre-cum over the head, my balls tightening with debauched desire.

I notch my cock to her entrance, placing my open palm on the small of her back to soothe and steady her. James mumbles a protest again and it takes everything in me not to sink down to the hilt in one single thrust. Her hand tries to reach me, but her position on her stomach makes the angle difficult. It’s a half-hearted effort to push me away.

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