Page 29 of My Girl
Finally, she flips over, lying on her back again. She grabs his hand and puts it on her throat, forcing him to choke her. She squeals in delight and fake fear, but he loosens his grip. He pulls out his limp dick. A scared little boy.
What’s wrong?Rae asks. She sits up.
His posture stiffens.I just?—
She kneels on the ground, swallowing his limp dick in her mouth. He tilts his head back. His cock comes back to life.
I smirk. My little girl can’t help herself. Even if she’s using him, shehasto make him come.
The leather mask lies on the seat next to me. My truck is parked in the back corner of her apartment lot again, with a clear view of her building. I rub my dick through my pants. I shouldn’t be getting off on her sucking another man’s dick, but I don’t care. It’s not like he’ll live for much longer. She won’t either.
The hookup pulls out, coming into his palm. Rae yanks his hand forward, licking up his white spunk. He deflates into exhaustion. She keeps licking.
I gotta—he spins toward the bathroom. Rae slyly smiles at the camera, like she knows I’m watching. She flips through his wallet, pulling out a handful of bills. A few seconds later, he comes out of the bathroom, drying his hands on his pants.
He starts,Did you want to get a burger?—
I’ve got this podcast I’m working on,she says.Thanks, though!
I click off the phone’s screen then watch the stairs. The conquest exits, whistling with his hands in his pockets. He gazes up at her bedroom window like he’s lost in a daze. I understand that. It’s not every day you meet a woman like Rae.
He drives off.
It takes about an hour for Rae’s bedroom windows to darken. Then I check her surveillance feed to make sure she’s asleep. When she hasn’t stirred in twenty minutes, I head up to her apartment. A neighbor with their work apron on waves to me on the communal stairs.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Nothing much; you?” he asks.
“Same.”
Once I’m alone outside of her front door, I slip the mask over my face, zipping the back closure to tighten the leather, then I unzip the opening on my lips. I use my key and slowly shut the door behind me.
Inside, I keep my boots inaudible. Snores drift from her bedroom.
I creep toward her.
Rae lies on her side, her ass sticking out of the comforter. Her oversized shirt bunches around her stomach, her thong pressing against that sliver of pink flesh.
A black circle on her purse catches my eye. It’s darker than the rest of the bag. I lean closer. The spot is no bigger than a button.
A camera lens.
I don’t have a video feed to this lens, which must mean it’s a different brand that uses different software. But it’s the same purse Rae brings to the Galloway House.
Rae stirs, rubbing her eyes. Within seconds, she’s back to snoring.
I turn back to the hidden lens on her purse. The little girl must think she has so much dirt on me, but she has no idea that I have her password. Most people use the same one for every login. I quickly scan her laptop and find a surveillance app I overlooked before. The login works for it. Later, I’ll collect that footage, and I’ll be able to prove our mutual depravity. She thinks she’ll be able to blackmail me, but we’re cut from the same cloth.
I smile at the lens, my lips framed by the zipper’s teeth. I hope it’s recording now.
Turning back to the sleeping girl, I run my fingertips along her pussy so gently, a chill runs downmyspine. I’m not a soft man by any means, but the idea of being here—right where I can fuck and kill her while she sleeps—is invigorating, even for someone like me. I pull her thong to the side, exposing her bare skin, and those pussy layers stack up. Curly hair. Supple skin. Ripe and waiting.
I stick a gloved finger between her pussy lips. Irritation bubbles inside of me; there’s no skin-to-skin contact, but I’ll have that before the experiment is over.
She groans. That annoyance drifts away. My bulge grows.
I should stop. If I want to keep Rae in the dark about my ability to get inside of her apartment, I should leave now. She’ll never know I was here.
