Page 28 of Secret Confession
Yet, with Courtney, all I can think about is getting to touch her again. But even worse than that, I actually want to get to know her, too.
There’s just something about her, and it makes me want to devour everything about her, like she’s my newest obsession. I want to know what she’s thinking, and what made her the person she is today.
Obviously, I have some insight into her life through Miles, but I never met her when she was a child—thank fucking God for that. I’m not sure if she knows about the role I played in helping Miles when he was dealing with Bruce, or when their mother died.
I don’t think I want her to know, as I want to learn about her past from her own lips, rather than a side story from Miles. I want to know how her past shaped her into the person she is today. So that’ll have to be a secret confession for another day.
I’m very aware that wanting to learn more about Courtney is a dangerous slippery slope. It will be harder to keep her at arm’s length if she lets me in more than she already has, and that will only lead to me breaking her heart, and I don’t want that.
So instead of following Courtney into the bath, and throwing all the questions in my mind at her, I go back to my office and try to work, all whilst pretending I’m not thinking about Courtney and the way her cunt felt as it fluttered around my cock.
I’ve had this evening meeting with an overseas importer booked in my calendar for a while, and I knew I couldn’t miss it, but fuck does it drag on. We’re both using interpreters, which doubles the time it takes just to have a simple conversation, and I quickly lose interest in the dull meeting.
Thankfully, a couple of my trusted advisors are present, and I have every faith they’re paying complete attention, and will catch me up on the most important points at a later date, when my mind isn’t wandering to the girl upstairs.
When the meeting finally ends, it’s eleven at night, and I’m incredibly frustrated. With much more rudeness than they deserve, I kick my team out, promising to meet tomorrow for a debrief of the meeting.
We usually do it straight after, but I make it clear I’m too tired for that, and suggest we rearrange. If they are suspicious of my motives, they have the good sense not to say anything. Even as I practically throw them out of the house, they don’t say a word, and I breathe a sigh of relief at that.
As soon as I close the door behind them, I don’t even think, I just let my feet carry me to where they want to go—Courtney’s room. I crack the door slowly, just in case she’s asleep.
This is a technique I’ve practised over the last couple of weeks, as it’s not my first time slipping into her room while she’s sleeping. At first, I told myself I was just checking on her, to make sure she was settling in well enough, but then that desperate urge to get to know her took hold.
I learnt she’s a heavy sleeper when she finally falls asleep, but she has problems with getting to sleep, and she’s often woken up by nightmares. Although I never watch her for long, for fear of getting caught, the need to see her has only grown since I started spending time with her.
Courtney is curled up beneath the covers, the way she usually is, looking just as sweet and innocent as always, despite me having taken the last of her innocence only a few hours earlier.
I don’t know why, but I expected her to look different. Like maybe being with me would have tainted her just slightly.
I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest as she lets out a soft snore, before her mouth settles into a gentle O. She looks so beautiful, almost heavenly, and I can’t tear my eyes from her.
You have to leave, I tell myself. It’s the same thing I say every night, and usually I listen—eventually—but tonight, I find my legs carrying me forward, towardsher.
Having clearly lost my mind, I strip naked and slide into the bed beside her, breathing a sigh of relief that she doesn’t wake up when the bed dips under my weight. I shuffle closer, gently gripping her arm, so I’m able to roll her over onto her back.
When she’s in position, and I’m sure she won’t wake up, as she’s back to her soft snoring, I pull the covers off her. I take in the large T-shirt she’s wearing that stops mid-thigh, exposing her creamy skin.
I gently lift the hem, fighting down a groan when I see she’s not wearing any underwear beneath. I carefully nudge her legs apart, exposing her pretty pussy to me, and I can’t help but notice she’s already wet.
Oh, my dirty girl, what are you dreaming about?
I slide my finger through her slit, imagining what she’s thinking about that has her pretty pink pussy this wet. As I rub her clit softly, her legs fall open wider, and she lets out a soft moan, her eyes still tightly closed.
As I press a finger into her cunt, I wonder how the hell she’s still this tight when I stretched her open not too long ago.
Pushing my finger in and out, I keep my movements slow and soft, but still make sure to go deep enough to hit that sweet spot she loves so much. I can feel her pussy fluttering in response to my touch.
With the hand that’s not buried deep in her cunt, I wrap my fist around the base of my cock, stroking my length in time with the movement of my fingers.
Courtney’s breathing speeds up, and her pussy seems to get wetter as she lets out another soft moan, though this one is much louder than before. Her eyes are still screwed shut, but I’m not sure if she’s still asleep.
I don’t even care—I’m taking what I want from her body, whether she’s awake or not.
When I feel she’s stretched and wet enough, I pull my fingers out, immediately bringing them to my lips. I lick them clean, savouring the sweet, salty taste of my Little Lamb.
I settle in between her legs, shuffling myself into position, with the head of my dick lined up with her wet hole. As I press in slowly, Courtney lets out a gasp, and her eyes fly open in shock. Now that I’m certain she’s awake, I don’t hold back.
I slam my cock all the way in, making us both cry out with pleasure as I bottom out. Her eyes flutter as she blinks rapidly, trying to push away the last remnants of sleep, to help her make sense of the situation. But I don’t want to give her time to think.
