Page 50 of Cruel Cravings

She was so hot, so wet.

So fuckingsoft.

I stared at her conflicted face as I let my hand explore. It slipped down the front of her panties and my fingertips grazed the little fuzz on her mound. I found her slick pussy lips, dragging my fingers along her delicate folds with tension cording through me.

Every second, every touch, was intense. It was a barrier between us that had been shattered. A closeness between us that was developing.

Iwas the one rubbing her clit.Iwas the one with my thick, long fingers buried inside her.

It was me who made her come so hard her thighs squeezed shut around my hand and her toes curled.

All while I watched the pleasure flicker across her dozing face. All while she thrashed and fought through her nightmares.

But it was me who was giving her something good despite the bad. That was taking care of her.

Her pussy gripped at my hooked fingers. Two of mine were three for most people. But her slick walls welcomed me in a pulsing wave.

Sometimes, she even opened her eyes. She peered up at me in the dark like she was trying to make sense of what washappening, her mind foggy and lost. I looked down at her and pumped my fingers deeper. I rubbed at her clit ’til her eyes were snapping shut, the rest of her seizing up in an orgasm.

And then she’d slip back asleep.

It became a routine we developed. It escalated until I was driven to give her more pleasure. Make her feel even better as the nightmares plagued her.

Soon it went from my fingers inside her to my cock buried in her tight, little warm pussy. I was big and thick, but she was always wet enough to take me. Her thighs would fall wider as if some distant part of her knew she had to accommodate me.

I had never been with a woman before I was inside Jael.

Disfigured and hidden away, no woman would ever want me. It was a harsh reality I had accepted a long time ago.

Yet, in this way, I could help the woman I was obsessed with. I could help her while also knowing what it was like to experience her in this way.

My strokes were always slow. I took my time, every drag of my hips designed to pleasure her. Make her feel as good as I could.

Her pussy clenched around me. She was soaked.

Dripping.

She writhed beneath me and gripped at the bedsheets. Her features twisted in pain from her nightmare, then softened into pleasure.

I slipped deeper. I shoved her nightgown up to her stomach and my large hands groped at her supple flesh.

In these moments, I was mesmerized by her. I was in as much of a trance as she was in her nightmares.

Jael was… beautiful and special in every way, whether she realized it or not.

When I came, it was always with a thick grunt beyond my control. I turned into an animal in those final moments, ruttingaway between her limp thighs, and then pouring my release as deep as I could.

I made sure to clean her up. I righted her nightgown and pulled the covers back over her.

The most obsessed part of me longed to press my misshapen, scarred lips to hers. Though I always resisted.

It felt even more intimate than what I was already doing.

She was so beautiful and I was so hideous—she would be horrified if she opened her eyes to a monster like me kissing her on the lips.

But some part of her did know I was there.

There were times she really did wake up. She really did start screaming in a wild panic.

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