Page 82 of On the Line

He approaches the bed, his hand coming into view.

He slowly begins to grope her ass.

My heart rate skyrockets.

He tugs her shorts, pulling her panties to the side.

I can’t look away.

I’m so turned on that I can barely think.

Especially heightened by the act of watching something that feels so …wrong.

My eyes never leave the screen.

His fingers slide against her pussy. She barely stirs.

My own fingers twitch, aching with desire to touch myself.

My breathing turns heavy as my mind begins to drift—now imagining Ozzy hovering over me while I sleep. His soft coos in the dark while he fucks me with his fingers. Imagining his thick cock stretching my pussy as he uses me as he pleases.

Giving into the overwhelming urge, I place my heels on the chair on either side of me. With the video still playing, paired with my own wretched imagination, my hand slips into my shorts. I practically sob with relief when I finally begin to stroke my clit, my panties soaked with obvious arousal while my mind still tries to fight the feeling.

I grip the chair with my free hand, my head dropping back with a moan.

“Fuck …”I say breathlessly.I can’t believe I’m doing this.

It doesn’t take long. Not when just the merethoughtof Ozzy fucking me while I’m half-asleep has me biting my lip so hard, I think I taste blood. My orgasm slams into me and it’s anything but gentle. No, it ravages, razing every single thing it touches to the ground.

I let out a shocked cry, my muscles seizing almost painfully.

I’m left wide-eyed, sucking back big gulps of air into my lungs.

Holy shit.

What the hell was that?

Now thinking rationally, I scramble to close the browseras if hiding a dirty secret, suddenly very much uninterested in finishing the video.

I jump up from the chair, turn off the bedroom light, and slip under the covers, pretending that the last fifteen minutes never happened.

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OZZY

James answers the front door of her apartment looking like an ethereal vision in a rose gold silk set. Momentarily stunned, I stare at her from the doorway.

“Hey,” she whispers. It’s late, her roommate must be sleeping. “Thanks for coming over.” Taking my hand in hers, she pulls me inside.

“Of course I was coming over, Jimbo,” I say with a crooked smile, gripping a handful of her ample hips while dragging her into me. “Did you miss me?” I growl low against her lips.

She chuckles softly. “It’s only been a day.”

“Answer the question,” I reply with a gentle smack on her ass.

She startles with the impact and dissolves into another giggle.

I want to bathe in the sound.

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