Page 33 of Pretty Little Fears

Ilove watching her.

Icrave it.

Thegrainy footage stares up at me and impulsively,Idecide to head to her house instead.Ineed to see her in person.Justas her shirt exposes the underside of her breasts,Ilock my phone and put it into my pocket.Iwasn’t far from her house soIarrive quickly.Pullingmy phone out,Idouble check that she’s not in her room before pushing up her bedroom window and climbing inside.

Asmile tugs on my face asIpad across the room into my new favorite spot, her closet.Thedoor is cracked open, allowing me to slide inside and remain hidden without giving myself away.

Mycock jerks against the confines of my jeans as the scent of her surrounds me.Afew minutes pass beforeIhear her bedroom door open.Anticipationand obsession course through my bloodstream asIwait for her to step into my line of sight.

Ihear her rummaging through some drawers before she walks into view.Shehas on little shorts that barely cover her ass and a thin tank top that allows me to see her nipples through the material.

Mycock aches andIcan’t stop myself asIreach down, unzip my jeans, and pull my cock out of my boxers.Myeyes trail over every inch of her asIpalm my hardened length.Iclench my jaw to keep quiet asIwatch her.

She’sfucking perfect.

Allfucking mine.

Blairleaves my line of sight for a moment until she returns with a book.Climbinginto bed, she opens and starts reading.Icontinue to slowly pump my hand along my cock while watching her read.Iwonder what she’s reading untilIsee her teeth capture her bottom lip and she bites down.Myfist tightens around my cock at the sight of her.

Myeyes stay locked on her lip as she nibbles on it.Myhips thrust forward and my grip tightens on my cock asIwatch her.Whenshe changes her position on the bed,Inotice her hardenednipples.Theymove as she breathes and the tension in my jaw increases, as the need to cum nears.

Lookingaround the small space,Ispot a pair of her panties.Withouta second thought,Iquickly grab them and bring them to my nose, inhaling her scent before wrapping them around my cock and thrusting into them.Myhips buck asIpeer through the crack to watch her.Itdoesn’t take long before my cock starts to pulse and thick ropes of cum shoot into her underwear.

Ipump into the panties a few more times before removing them from me.Ismile down at the sight of her underwear covered in my cum.Shovingthem into her hamper,Ibury them between clothes so she doesn't notice and then tuck myself back into my pants.

Lettingout a content sigh,Icontinue watching as she reads, and wait until she falls asleep soIcan sneak back out of her window.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BLAIR

Mybody is buzzingwith anticipation asIsit in economics waiting forEmmettto show up.He'sunpredictable at times, butI'veslowly grown used to his ways of infatuation and possessiveness.Iknow he’s always watching me, due to how many times a day he reminds me.Theprevious feelings of unease have morphed into flattery and cause my heart to beat a little harder.

Myeyes swing to the door as if my body knows he's near, andIwatch as he walks in.Iexpect him to look at me, or come over and make some type of possessive comment, yet he does neither.

Instead, he takes his seat in the back and takes out his phone, without paying me any mind.Ifeel an ache in my heart as my brows draw low, andIslowly shift back into my seat.He’sdone that every day this week.

Nibblingon my bottom lip,Igo over the past few weeks in my mind.Afterwhat happened between us last weekend in the cemetery,I’munsure of what warranted this change in his demeanor.

Sure,Istill ignore his texts here and there or make him thinkIdon't want him, butIhave to.Ineed to be sure of his intentions before allowing him to slither his way into my heart.Butgoing from constantly trying to claim me to not even sparing a look in my direction?

Whatthe hell?

Itry to focus onProfessorMonroe’slecture as he draws on about some type of economic growth strategy, butIcan't seem to concentrate.Mymind is filled with thoughts ofEmmettand the sudden change in his personality.Ichance a few glances back over my shoulder and every single fucking time,I'mmet with the hard set of his jaw and eyes that are,for the first time, focused on our professor standing up front.

Istare a little longer, willing him to look my way, but it never comes.Witha huff,Iturn back in my seat.I'lljust have to confront him after class.Ifhe thinks he can ignore me after weeks of his relentless attention, he's wrong.

AsProfessorMonroebegins wrapping up class,Iquickly pack up my useless belongings, with the hope of being able to catchEmmettbefore he leaves.AsIstand up and pull my bag over my shoulder,Ilook in his direction.I’mmet with his retreating form as he exits the room.Shit.Ipick up my pace and pull out my phone to send him a text.

Me: I need to talk to you. Wait up.

“Shit,”Icurse under my breath asIquickly leave the room, hurrying to catch up.Iurge my legs to move faster asImake my way through the sea of students leaving the building.Ipush up on my tiptoes to see ifIspot him anywhere.Swarmsof students flood the campus all around me, butEmmettis easy to pick out in a crowd. “Howis he so far?”Ihuff, slightly out of breath asItry to catch up to him.

I’mspeed walking whenIstep on a poster.It’sstuck to my shoe and asIbend to rip it off,Isee a familiar face and pause.Pickingit up, my hands begin to shake.

Lookingdown at the face enlarged on the poster,I'mmet with the same blue eyes that were focused on me just days ago whenIwas explaining the logistics of economics.Inbold red letters above his full name,BraxtonWillingham, is the word:MISSING.

Howis that possible?Ijust saw him.Myheart sinks as my mind wanders through all the possibilities of what could have happened toBraxtonbetween then and now.Washe just another unlucky student who’s gone missing?Isit a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time?Ideascontinue to swirl around in my head, giving me a migraine.

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