Page 18 of His Dark Vices

But I manage to see her form clearly. She's on the bed, lying on her back, and her hands are busy between her legs, which are stretched wide open. Her panties dangle around her ankle as she feeds a slender purple toy into her wet depths, pumping it in and out steadily, slowly, deeply.

The sound comes again, a moan, something stifled and filled with yearning. But she doesn't fuck herself faster. She keeps up the achingly slow pace, teasing the same spot within her until her hips squirm.

Bree turns her cheek to her shoulder, her mouth opening in a cry I can't hear. She's holding back, doesn't want anyone else to know what she's doing to herself, how wet she's making herself.

Her hips start to jerk up to meet the purple toy. She's getting more impatient about her pleasure. I can feel the tension in her body. She wants to come.

She wants to be fucked.

I'm hard as a fucking rock. I touch myself over my pants and let my eyes shut heavily. Fuck, I want to be in her room, sliding into her slowly. I want to make her look at me as I give her every inch of me, make her drip with need.

My eyes snap open when she lets out a needier moan before trying to swallow it down. Now her hand is moving faster as it stuffs the toy into her greedy hole, her free fingers rubbing her slick clit furiously. She's getting close, I can tell by how her hips are humping. Her legs are so wide apart, it's a lewd scene, too much to ignore.

I get my dick out and start stroking fast. I can't catch up, I know she's going to come before I do, but I want to share this moment with her.

I'm right here with you.

I can hardly blink, afraid I'll miss the spectacle unfolding before me. My lips part as I breathe through my mouth, my tongue licking at the back of my front teeth. I want to taste her, lick up every last drop of her. I want her hips bucking in my face like that.

Suddenly, her knees slam together as her hips jerk hard. Bree does the best she can to muffle her cries, even going so far as to bite her finger, but I hear it, the whimpering moan of sweet release. She comes with the toy buried deep inside, then lets her limbs collapse heavily to the bed.

My heart is pounding so loud that I'm afraid she'll hear it.

I tuck my dick away as a sprinkling of dread pours down on me like rain. If she knew I was here, if anyone caught me right now, my plan would blow up in my face. She'd get a restraining order against me, they'd take me to jail.

Fuck.

I'm fighting a panic attack as I creep away from her window and barely get around the side of the house when I hear her bed creak loudly. Was she heading for the dresser by the window? Is she going outside for any reason?

My heart is hammering hard. I edge off the property, slinking between the trees near the fence that divides the neighbor's yard from theirs, and take to the sidewalk, hunching my shoulders. I need to get away, but not too fast. So I try to make like I'm just taking a casual walk, but I don't belong here, not with these clothes. Any sane person would be wearing a thicker coat.

I'm burning inside with regret. I shouldn't have come. But the need that drove me here overpowered all my thoughts.

Breeis starting to overpower my thoughts.

This little dose of her tonight, I can already feel it worming its way into my brain, etching itself there permanently. I still hear her moans in my ear. I can still see her legs spread wide.

And I know I can get her to do that for me. I can have her eating out of the palm of my hand.

But not like this. Not by sneaking around outside her home. It was stupid to come, and I have to get ahold of myself. It was driving me crazy having to keep my distance—I thought I'd have cracked her by now. And after tonight, I know my options have run out. I thought her home was going to be a gold mine—and it is. But I don't have access to it, not the way I want to.

"Shit!" I swear and kick a trash can into the street.

My fists clench in my pockets.

What else am I supposed to do?

She hardly has an online presence, and I can't get closer without tipping her off. Not to mention it's only getting colder. She's going to stop coming to the forest any day now.

I feel her slipping away. Have I even gotten any closer, or did I just convince myself these bits and pieces were leading somewhere?

No.

I steel myself and walk faster.

I'm not letting her slip away. I'm not going to let her forget about me, discard me, treat me like I'm nothing.

I just need to find a way to be a fly on her wall, some kind of sponge soaking up her innermost thoughts and desires. Obviously, a journal comes to mind, but it's too risky to break into her room, and I don't even know if she's that kind of girl.

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