Page 21 of Run

She’s been quiet the rest of the week, with no partying, drinking, or any other behavior that would cause me to step in. As I watch Lily through the camera, I almost wish she would do something stupid and give me a reason to bash down her door again. She’s behaving herself though and seems almost scared.

I wonder if she can feel me watching her. Can she sense my eyes on her as she toils around the apartment, gets dressed, and sleeps? Did she hear me moaning last night as she rubbed her tight cunt for me to see?

It's Friday. I should be getting ready to go to “Le Chateaux” for my regular night of debauchery, but I just don’t have the desire to empty my balls into faceless sluts. There’s a sweet red-headed cum dumpster I would rather be plowing my hard cock into, and she’s currently sitting on the edge of her bed looking confused. Her brows are wrinkled, and her mouth is drawn down into a frown as she idly wrings her hands in her lap.

“What has you so off tonight, princess?” I ask the computer screen as I reach out and brush the image with my fingertips, wishing I could touch her as easily and as gently.

Her heavy sighs almost echo through the bedroom as she throws herself backwards on the mattress, covering her pretty face with her forearm.

“Who are you?” She asks the empty room. “Where are you?”

Her questions make me pull myself to the front of my seat at the desk in my bedroom, the chair squeaking against the floor under me.

“I’m right here, beautiful.” I answer her, as if she could hear me.

“How did you know? Twice.”

“I’m watching you baby, like all the time.”

“It feels like you’re watching me. Are you watching me, mysterious stranger?” She breathes, her hands moving down from above her head to her tits.

She’s barely dressed, lying there in black lycra shorts and a hot pink sports bra, having not showered and changed yet from her workout at the gym this afternoon. The workout that I watched from across the street. My bike sat between my legs, the engine vibrating my cock as I peered in through the big glass windows, watching her work up a sweat that I really wanted to taste.

“Yes, princess, I am. I’m right here.”

“Can you see me doing this?”

Naughty little girl you are. Let me see everything.

I can feel the saliva gathering in my mouth as I watch her hand slide inside her bra, cupping her perfectly round breast. Her knuckles stretch the fabric, and she gasps as she pinches her nipple, making her back arch against the unmade bed.

“Good girl.” I whisper, tracing my fingers over the image as if it were my fingers tweaking her little nub.

Her legs drop open, her thighs falling flat to the mattress, with her shorts covered pussy facing me, begging me to go there and take it. The material over her most intimate parts is darkened with moisture. My princess is wet at the thought of me watching her, and it makes my cock swell inside my sweatpants.

When her fingers trace down her body, and settle between those shapely thighs, pressing against the fabric, I pull out my dick and run my hand up and down the already hard shaft.

“Yes baby, that’s it. Touch yourself for me.” I groan, stroking myself as she wiggles herself out of those little shorts.

It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen her bare little cunt, but it feels like an eternity and when it comes into view and her clothes hit the floor with a flutter my dick jumps in my palm, desperately needing to be inside it. It’s so tight, the skin is smooth, and it glistens with her wetness. I want to touch it, lick it, eat it, and fuck it all at once.

“Mmmm stranger. Fuck me.” She moans, her fingers spreading open her lips, and two of them pushing inside of her.

I want to feel that wet heat, to have her channel grab my fingers like I’m sure it’s grabbing hers. I want to move in and out of her, spreading those juices around, preparing her for my cock that throbs in absolute need in my fist.

“Beautiful, baby girl. That’s it, finger yourself for me. Imagine it’s me opening you up, fucking you.”

Images on the screen aren’t enough. The desire to take her, to claim her, and to keep her are all too real, pulling me towards what I promised myself I would never do, have a woman here with me, for more than one night. To have a woman in myhouse, to survive the night, and not take that bumpy ride in the bed of my truck is nothing I ever knew I wanted, until I met her.

“Goddamnit.” I curse, squeezing my dick hard as I run my hand up and down it. “You’re ruining me.”

The faster she moves those little fingers inside of herself, the harder and faster I stroke my cock. I can almost feel her around me, milking me, and large drops of precum ooze from me, falling to the floor, making a mess I couldn’t give two shits about.

“Oh yes.” She groans, lifting her ass from the bed, her legs trembling.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” I ask her, although she can’t hear me from miles away. It’s rhetorical. She’s on the edge. I can see her flesh pulsing around her fingers. “Show me baby, let me watch you fall apart to thoughts of me.”

The sounds of her pants, and little mewls fill her bedroom just as much as the smell of her arousal did when I snuck in and had my way with her in her sleep. It’s an angelic, pure, lust filled symphony that makes my heart thrum faster and my cock jerk against my palm.

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