Page 98 of The Invite
Stopping a touch before her panty-clad pussy, I graze my thumb back and forth while inhaling her intoxicating scent. A mixture of floral bodywash and rainy nights. If I find her wet while she’s asleep, I’ll lose control.
I have to be careful and patient.
Bypassing her cunt, I trail my fingers over the elastic of her panties and a bit of skin peeking between her top and the waistband. Unsatisfied, I push the hem higher until her cute little belly button fills my vision and I lick my lips.
The longer I caress her flesh, the greedier I become. It’s the kind of effect she has on the men around here, which is why Ace doesn’t miss any chance to get closer. Though she behaved like a good girl and didn’t invite him to her house, she has been spending time with him at school.
Yes, I have eyes on her there too.
I was fuming while looking at the pictures of her laughing with him andheard how she runs to him for advice. The only reason I didn’t go ballistic was because she maintained her distance and never let him touch her or vice versa.
Nonetheless, my irrational brain finds it irritating that she gives him even the tiniest of attention. I want to be her everything.
Her god. Her monster. Her devil. Her friend. Her enemy. Her punisher.
Everything.
I crave to possess her irrevocably and for eternity.
The flurry of possessive proclamations in my mind tightens my grip around her waist. When such a simple contact becomes inadequate, I glide my hand upward and cover her nipple poking through the top.
My little prey is a heavy sleeper. The detail infuriates me that anybody could catch her off guard like I did. I don’t even care that it makes me a hypocrite.
As I listen and feel her labored breathing, a dark desire swirls in my head. To see how far I can go before she wakes up.
Using the strap slipping down her shoulder, I pull it down and down until it stretches around her pointed nipple. A small tug and her perky tit pops free. Somehow the sight of just one of her breasts bare is filthier and far more obscene.
Through it all, she doesn’t stir.
Fuck! She’s killing me.
My cock has never been so hard and throbbing.
The fabric bunching underneath her tit raises it higher and I rub my thumb back and forth over the hard nub. A small puff of air leaves when her lips part. I pause my movement, waiting for her to rise.
She doesn’t.
I could slide her panties to the side and push my aching dick in her pussy and she wouldn’t even know I fucked her slow and deep. I could fill her with my cum and she won’t know it until she woke up in the morning with it dripping out of her and a soreness to remind her someone was between her thighs.
I didn’t even have this depraved fantasy until now. At least, not as far as fucking her while she’s unconscious. Only close to what I came here for tonight.
Flicking her nipple one more time, I run my hand back down to her flat stomach. The tiny distance between our bodies becomes unbearable. There’s enough space behind her on the bed since she’s lying in the middle that I could easily fit.
Without wasting a second, I slip in next to her. Leaning on my bent elbow, I perch my head on my hand to peer down at her. My abs tighten and I freeze when she finally stirs to fit herself comfortably against me.
One of her hands shifts to the middle of her belly while the other stretches along the sheets. Her enticing soft curves lure meto take a bite. To ravage her unconscious form. To paint her skin with fresh marks. She’s long overdue.
Soon.
The night is still young.
Placing my palm right below hers, I drag it lower until I reach the hem. Sneaking my fingers underneath, I push the top higher until her arm gets in the way. I no longer care if she wakes. In fact, I want her to. The hunger has overtaken me.
Her goddamn innocence is an aphrodisiac.
I snake my hand into her neckline next and pull out her other tit. I roll the tip, tease, and flick it. Then do the same to the next.
Nessa shivers, a crease appearing on her forehead.
