Page 13 of Such A Filthy Girl

Part two came in the form of waiting until the parents retired to bed, and jamming Estella onto the sofa between Graham and I while we put on some shitty eighties film he’d been banging on about.

‘This is nice,’ I said to Estella, the heat from her thigh pressing against mine as I nudged closer to her. ‘Reminds me of old times.’

‘She never lets me watch this,’ Graham slurred, his eyes losing focus while he stared at the screen. The whisky doing its job.

‘You knock yourself out man.’

Estella rolled her eyes before muttering under her breath. ‘Stop pretending like you like him.’

‘Perhaps I do like him. I’m not totally devoid of charm, you know?’

‘There’s plenty you’re devoid of,’ she hissed.

‘I’ve got some things you’re desperately devoid of.’ I raised a brow before glancing down at my lap.

Estella’s eyes widened at my brazen response. Graham hadn’t heard. His head lolled back against the sofa, already dipping in and out of consciousness.

‘Why don’t we let sleeping beauty nap and head up to the roof? It’s a clear night and the stars are out.’

‘Absolutely not,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not leaving Graham.’

Grabbing the throw from the back of the sofa, I pressed it over all three of our laps. Estella inched closer to Graham, laying her head on his shoulder and staring at the screen.

Pretending I didn’t exist wouldn’t make me go away.

Minutes passed, the film droning on. I stole glances at Estella, still hardly believing she sat right next to me. Her eyes dipped as the movie continued, the softness of Graham’s sleeping breaths lulling her to join him.

Operation seduce Estella began in earnest.

It pained me to wait until her breathing settled, until her body relaxed fully, going loose.

My proximity to her had me on edge, like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming train. Our collision totally unavoidable. Albeit, I was more like an idiotic beast who’d cut my own Achilles’ heels and threw myself at her feet.

Still, there was no letting her go. No, I had to show her all I’d learned in her absence. The man I’d become for her.

Excitement coursed through me as I inched closer to her, my hand slipping under the blanket and tracing over her silken thigh. Dark lashes twitched against her pink cheeks, her legs parting like a good girl.

‘That’s it, my love, let me in,’ I murmured near her ear, studying her face for any reaction.

Her soft skin soothed my soul with each delightful stroke I stole. I revelled in the warmth, in the sweet scent of her hair.

‘Such perfection.’ I kept whispering to her, working my fingers up beneath the hem of her distractingly short dress.

My sleeping beauty’s lips parted as I pressed myfingers against the hot gusset of her panties. My dick throbbed, desperate to make contact with her.

Not yet.

First, I make her crave me. Then I make her unable to live without me.

And it all starts with petting her needy pussy.

Heat surrounded my hand from the tight space between her thighs but I daren’t move her any further.

Working in tiny circles, I teased at her panties until she grew wet against them, her breaths becoming more ragged by the moment.

‘Such a wet little thing,’ I crooned into her ear, leaning in to lick her neck.

Need fuelled me, daring to pull her panties to the side and slide my fingers into her hot, wet flesh. Estella’s clit swelled by the second, engorging until it pulsed. A light sheen gathered on her chest with each swirl of my fingers, excitement gripping my spine in a rush of pure desire.

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