Page 78 of Rising Queen (Blood Empire 1)

I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't help it. I have to see her in this rare state. I know she doesn't mind me seeing her while she’s fucking, but I don’t like it. It’s not that I don't like seeing her body, because she has a magnificent and stunning body, but it's because it hurts to see her like that and know others can make her feel the way I wish I could.

No, I don't have a cock, but I would do anything to make her cum, make her cry out in ecstasy.

My heart starts racing, and my skin prickles with nerves. My pussy is clenching the more noise she makes, and fuck, I can’t deny that I’m soaked.

When I get to her room, the door is slightly cracked, and the sight before me has me biting my lips to keep the groan from escaping.

Harlow is laid out on her bed naked, her legs parted as she fucks herself with a rather large dildo in one hand and a small bullet vibrator in the other. Her head is tossed back in pleasure, eyes shut, as she moans and pants.

Sweat covers her body, making her skin glow. I can see a wet patch under her, telling me she's already cum a few times.

The ache between my legs becomes unbearable, and even though I squeeze my legs and rub them together, it does nothing for me.

I should leave. I should go back to my house, go to my room, and do the same thing she's doing. Only my body won’t listen to me; instead, I find my hand creeping down the front of my pants into my soaked panties.

Just a few strokes of my clit to make the aching stop. That's it.

It’s only when Harlow starts thrusting the dildo in harder that my fingers move faster around my clit. I add pressure and almost buckle at the intense sensation.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Harlow chants, her head thrashing back and forth. She can't keep still; the pleasure is too much for her.

My fingers slip between my folds, feeling the wetness leaking out of me before coming back over my clit for lubrication.

I don't think I’ve ever been this close to cumming so quickly before. Normally, it takes me a good ten minutes and some porn to get me to cum.

My climax is creeping up on me. I'm breathing hard, and I have to lean against the door frame because my legs feel like they are about to give out on me.

My eyes rapidly look over her sexy body, taking her all in. Her plump breasts that I just want to suck, and her curvy waist that I would give anything to feel quivering underneath my fingertips. Her legs are shaking now, and I know she's about to fall over the edge again. Her lips are parted, her pupils are blown wide. Her black hair fanning out on her pillow, partly drenched in sweat.

My breathing comes in faster, and I can't help but bite my lip harder, knowing I'm ready to cum. And when she turns her head and locks eyes with me, I can't hold back anymore. She cries out her orgasm at the same moment mine overtakes me. My pussy pulses around nothing as my climax almost takes me to my knees.

Harlow cries out, never looking away from me as she twitches around the fake cock, she has deep inside her.

When we are both done, we sound like we’ve run a marathon, panting heavily.

“Well, hello there.” She gives me a lazy grin, and fuck, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole right now. My face is flaming with the embarrassment of being caught fingering myself to the sight of her masturbating. How fucking creepy.

“Enjoy the show?” she giggles, making me blush deeper.

“I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go,” I say in a rush and turn around to bolt.

“Wait!” she calls out. “I don't care that you watched. Actually, I think it’s fucking hot that I could get you off just by watching,” she grins.

“You're not mad?” I ask, turning back around to face her.

“At you? Never,” she says, then pulls the fucking dildo out and tosses it onto the bed. She climbs off the bed, giving me a full view of her body, and fuck, I’m ready to go all over again. It takes everything in me not to get on my knees and beg her to let me have a taste.

Shaking my head from my wayward thoughts, I look back up at her. She's grinning like a madwoman as I get caught looking at her again.

“We need to get you a girlfriend. My girl needs some proper loving. But hey, if you ever want to watch, I'm happy to be your live porn,” she says, giving me a wink before slipping past me and into the bathroom. “I'm just gonna hop in the shower real quick. Wanna watch a movie or something?” she calls out.

“Umm. Y-yeah. Sounds good,” I say. My heart is breaking at her words. Her suggesting that I find someone else, someone who isn't her, to help satisfy my needs makes me even more certain that I’ll never have her in the way my heart craves.

For the rest of the night, I keep stealing glances at her, watching her laugh at the movie, or boo at the TV when they do something she doesn't like. When she snuggles into me, I hold her and let myself pretend that this is what it would be like if she was my girlfriend.

“I love you, Evie. I know I don't say it a lot; it's not really my thing, but please don't ever forget it. You're my ride or die, Babe. You and me forever,” she says sleepily before falling asleep next to me.

I know she loves me, but not in the way I want her to. And as much as I’d like to think that it's me and her forever, something tells me the guys will have something else to say about that.

For now, I'll just enjoy these little moments and hope it's enough.

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