Page 2 of Cry, Little Dove

She’s still prey and nothing more, I tell myself.But the kind I wanna sink my teeth into before a blade.

My fingers encircle her throat, and she’s so fragile in my grasp I could effortlessly snap her neck. She whimpers when I tighten my grip. I wonder what she’s dreaming about. In her dream, is she seeing a stranger with his hand around her neck and his cock against her lips?

A tingle races along my spine. I shudder with determination.

Ithasto be her.

My fingers itch as I imagine cutting into her unblemished skin. Drawing red lines and purple bruises across her body.

I could probably fuck her immediately. Right now. Drunk as she is, she won’t wake up.

My balls jerk at the thought of burying myself to the hilt in her pussy. But my height isn’t the only large thing about me, and she’ll feel it tomorrow if I split her with my dick tonight. She’ll know she was violated in her sleep, but I need her clueless for the next part of my plan.

Technically, I could take her home immediately, too. The loaded syringe is in the glove compartment of my pickup, ready to be used, but a part of me recoils at the thought.

I can’t abduct her like I did the others.

Not my little dove. She’s special.

I’ll never find fuckin’ peace until I make her mine—firstwith my cock,thenwith my scalpel. It’s a risk worth taking, even if I have to be patient.

I climb onto the creaking bed. The mattress dips as I push her legs apart, settling between them, and my eyes go wide. There’s a wet spot on her panties.

A grin twists my lips. The slut is soaked from me fondling her in her sleep.

My dick pulses, but I need both hands free to run them along her body. Her skin is soft like velvet, and I savor her heat seeping into my palms, tracing her ribs and her waist. I trail along her hips when my fingers brush something hard underneath her.

I pull out a phone. It’s unlocked. She must’ve fallen asleep with it in her hands and it slipped between the blankets. The notes app is open. I stifle a laugh at the title “SEX BUCKET LIST.”

For a second, I consider that reading her notes is an invasion of her privacy, but then I remember my leaking cock hovering above her pussy. I shrug. Too late to care about morals now.

My brows jump up to my fuckin’ hair line when I read the bullet points beneath the creative title.

A thrill coils through me. Damn, my instincts were spot on, cause she’s naming some of my favorite things on her list. I picked the right woman. She’s a fuckin’ freak.

Somnophilia, huh?What a coincidence.

I lock her phone and put it on the nightstand. I hook a finger into her panties, sliding them off, and my eyes land on her slick, swollen pussy lips. My breath catches. She’s practically begging me to fuck her while she’s lying there, asleep and helpless.

I notch my tip at her center, dragging upward, coating myself in her wetness. Trembling with restraint, I come to a rest against her clit. She sighs, hips shifting. Her head lolls to the side as I draw circles on the little nub, and I almost explode from the hushed moans leaving her lips.

I give a few firm, short tugs on my cock while I sink two digits into her tight cunt. Her inner muscles clench and pressure gathers in my balls.

How I wish it was my dick inside her, but that’s outta the question—for now.

The bed shakes as I fuck her with my fingers, rubbing against her g-spot. With each thrust of my hand I stroke myself at the same time.

“Yeah, you like that, darlin’?” I grit out even though she can’t hear me. “Your pussy is gripping my fingers so hard. It’s like you were made for me. You’re my dirty little whore.”

A strangled moan rises in my chest and I lean forward. I lick over her clit before sucking it into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. She tastes sweet. Salty. I’m instantly addicted.

Her pussy spasms and she unravels against my mouth, her hips bucking. Feeling her come around my fingers is too much for me. I can’t hold back any longer. I manage to aim at her chest before my own orgasm hits me like a strike of thunder.

Black dots float in my vision. I think I’m gonna pass out and collapse on top of her as pressure shoots up my length, and I close my eyes while my cock swells. Full body shivers course through me. I erupt.

When I open my eyes again, she’s covered in my cum. It’s on her thighs and stomach, glazing her tits and her throat. She looks marvelous.

I take my phone from my jeans, tap the camera icon and center her in the frame. The flash is bright as lightning. When I’m sure the picture is clear, I wipe my cock on the thin sheets before zipping up. I put the panties on her again, straighten her top, and get up to open the curtains. I have to leave everything as it was or she’ll get suspicious.

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