Page 59 of Oblivion

Sighing audibly, I recover her with the comforter and take my tools back down to my bedroom, sealing them into my safe with the rest of the jewelry I’ve bought for her. Unlocking her door, I climb the stairs and pause at the side of her bed, becoming impossibly hard at the sight of her. She’s wearing my name on her ears, ankles, finger, and throat. It’s only jewelry, but it means something to both her and me, and I can’t wait until she’s branded everywhere and bound in my web, entombed in silk so sheer you can barely see it.

Quickly stripping my clothes, I climb into bed behind her and make slow work of painstakingly removing her pants and panties. She’s still in a sports bra, but I leave that on, carefully parting her legs and guiding my dick into her wet heat.

I could fuck her right now, but I’m content to just feel the way her cunt tightens, clenching and relaxing around my thick cock, as her body draws the cum out of me even while she’s asleep.

After I’ve tortured myself for long enough, I push my hand between her thighs and find her clit, slowly rolling my hips, as I rub the swelling bundle of nerves with the pad of my finger, gently coaxing her awake.

I feel the moment she fully wakes up as an orgasm rolls through her body and her muscles clench with the onslaught of unexpected pleasure. Unable to wait a moment longer, I lose my own grip on control, thrusting hard and deep, once, twice, three times before I explode inside of her, pumping her full of my cum while she struggles to process what’s happening to her body.

“Oh god, oh fuck, you fucking asshole,” she chants, as her orgasm keeps coming, her body entirely out of her control.

“Fuck, Wild One, you feel amazing. I love feeling your cunt milk the cum from my dick,” I groan, my hips stuttering as my release keeps filling her body.

Instead of words, the noises she makes become pleasure-filled whines and panted moans until her body finally relaxes, sagging into the mattress.

“What the fuck was that?” she gasps.

“That was me making you come…hard.”

“I was asleep.”

“You’re not asleep now,” I point out the obvious.

“Your dick shouldn’t be anywhere near me when I’m asleep,” she protests, but even as she yells at me, her cunt is fluttering around my dick, urging me to keep going.

“You like me fucking you when you’re asleep.”

“I’m asleep. You’re not giving me a choice.”

“You came all over my cock, Sammy. Does that sound like you weren’t enjoying it?” I taunt.

“I need to pee.”

“In a minute, I’m not done yet,” I protest, pulling her back into my chest and staring down between us to where my finger is toying with her clit.

“I’m not kidding, Evan. I really need to pee.”

“Once you come for me, you can go,” I growl.

“If you make me cum, I’ll pee all over the bed. There is nothing sexy about urine,” she says, not hiding the disgust in her voice.

“Fine,” I sigh, reluctantly withdrawing until my dick slips out of her, making a wet sound as it hits my thigh.

“Urgh, why aren’t we using condoms? Clean-up is disgusting. I’m going to have to change my sheets.”

“We’re moving to my room tonight,” I tell her.

“I don’t want to move to your room. I like this room,” she protests, whining.

“You can stay up here if you want, but if you do, I’ll have Clay turn on all the cameras. I’ll lock the doors and keep you up here until you put on a show for me,” I say, forcing myself to stay deadpan.

“You’re such a freak,” she hisses, stumbling out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, naked except for the sports bra, my cum dripping from between her legs.

Rolling onto my back, I palm my still semi hard cock and debate the merits of fucking her again now, or waiting until later. When I hear the sound of the shower turning on, I let my hand fall away, resigned to the fact that I’ll have to wait.

“Evan.”

The shrill sound of my name being yelled from her lips makes me instantly fully erect. Rolling off the bed, I saunter naked into the bathroom, a smirk plastered on my face.

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