Page 31 of Crybaby

I step into the kitchen, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they do, I make my way through the house and take the stairs two at a time to get to Justine’s bedroom upstairs.

I’m suddenly struck with a brilliant idea—for Justine to invite me back, she’s oblivious that her coin is missing. So when I swipe her stamp collection, she will surely know it was me who robbed her, but will of course blame the “thief” who broke into her house late one night and stole from her.

I decide to also take the antique pistol I saw displayed in her husband’s office because, why the fuck not?

She won’t be able to tell the cops or her husband the truth because to do that, she’d have to confess to the atrocities I’m about to instill on her. Only she and I will be privy to the fact that she welcomed a thief into her home…and bed.

I mute my footsteps and softly push open the door.

Justine is lying on her stomach, and the light from the full moon spilling in through the parted curtains allows me to see her skimpy nightgown. It’s riding high up her legs, stopping just under her ass.

I love all women—age, shape, size, it makes no difference to me. I see beauty in everything because I prefer to view the world this way.

Instantly, I’m hard, but truth be told, I’ve been turned on all night because being near Darcie does that to me. Everything about her turns me on—her smell, her looks, but most of all, her attitude. And although I wish it was her I’m about to fuck into a legless mess, she’ll be my muse for what’s to come.

I see a tie sitting conveniently on the bedside dresser, but Justine needs to give me a little more credit.

She’s doing a great job at faking sleep, and I half wish she was so I could get what I came here for and bounce. But I’m not going anywhere until I cough up the goods.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I take a moment to admire Justine Kingston. She’s in her forties and in fucking fit shape. Her legs are long and shapely, and her ass is a perfect specimen of someone who does squats regularly. Any guy would be eager to fuck her senseless, but I can’t stop thinking about Darcie.

And it’s thoughts of her that have me crawling on top of Justine, pressing my full weight into her back.

A staged startled yelp leaves Justine, but I slap my hand over her mouth and thread my fingers through her hair, arching her neck back at a painful angle.

“Don’t scream,” I warn into her ear. “If you scream, I’ll fucking kill you.”

She nods shakily, hinting she won’t scream, which we both know is a fucking lie because the moment I remove my hand, a cry for help escapes her.

Flipping her over roughly, I straddle her, pinning her flaying legs with my weight. “I told you not to scream.”

“T-Take whatever you want,” she cries, licking her glossy red lips.

I refrain from confessing that I plan to.

“Just don’t hurt me.”

Her nightgown is sheer at her chest, so I can see her nipples are hard.

Running my thumb down the middle of her lips, I push into her mouth. She hungrily tongues it, watching me with arousal.

I slip it out of her mouth and rub over her nipple with it. She hisses and attempts to arch her back but can’t move because I’m sitting on top of her.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever the fuck I want,” I reply with a slanted grin.

A moan leaves her because she likes being dominated. Her eyes dart to the tie on the dresser, hinting she wants to be tied up, but I’m feeling creative and instead gather the hem of her nightgown and glide it up her body.

Once it gathers at her wrists, I lean forward and fasten the silk garment around them, tying her to the headboard. She’s lying naked before me, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her quickened breaths.

Gripping her chin between my fingers, I arch her head back and slip my thumb into her mouth.

“Suck,” I order, and she happily complies.

She licks and suckles my thumb, and I instantly remember when it was my cock in her mouth when I was here last. I think of Darcie, and how I wish it was her naked body I was straddling right now. Just the thought of her has my dick aching with need.

Justine squirms beneath me. “I want—”

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