Page 34 of Under the Bed

I’d recognize it anywhere.

She’s had it with her. All these years.

She missed me.

By the looks of it, she’s been afraid of me too. Otherwise, why sleep here?

So many secrets. So many things to catch up on, little sister.

Fuck, she’s perfect. A tiny ball of fear, waiting for me.

I bet she got wet when she heard the news of my escape. I bet her sweet pussy clenched on air, hoping I’d get to her.

There’ll be time.

Time to spread her legs and lick her. Time to take her virginity while giving her mine. Because of course she’s a virgin. She had to have saved herself for me.

Time to hurt her for years of shutting me out of her life.

Her gift first.

Dick’s finger. I came here to drop it off. I should. Drop it here and leave.

Except look at her. Fuck. Look. At. Her.

After four years of jerking off to her photos, I feel cheated on.

None of them have ever made me feel this.

Being in her presence hits different. My desire has a chokehold on me. I haven’t even touched myself and I’m already the hardest that I’ve ever been.

Images of her crying and screaming and begging me to stop are poisoning my head. They make me steer off the plan.

My dick is in my hand before I have a second to think about it. Thumb rubbing my precum on the barbell.

A groan reverberates in my chest, but I suppress it. I choke on it. It’s a fucking hardship, staying silent. It’s agony to keep my need bottled up inside as I squeeze my dick and pump.

My abs are tight with need. My throat locks.

Shiloh’s lips part in her sleep and there’s nothing—absolutelynothing—I want more than to stuff my fat cock between them.

Violating her mouth is all I can think of. It can’t be stopped, this fire. This urge to fuck her throat. Watch her eyes snap open when I’m gripping her chin and sinking every inch of my dick deep into her mouth.

The horror I’d see in those blue oceans. The sheer terror in them.

Jesus, I need to have her. But no, I won’t rush this.

She won’t wake up if I drop to my knees. If I come close to her.

Need that.

My towering shadow blocks out most of the moonlight. I’m no less tempted by her when she’s bathed in darkness.

I lean on the nearest wall and jerk off to her.

“D-don’t kill me,” she mumbles in her sleep.

Talking to me.

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