Page 60 of Under the Bed

It’s torture, stroking my cock when I’m desperate to shove it down her throat. It’s painful as fuck to have my hand squeezeit. I need it to be her lips closing around me. Sucking. Hurting me.

For now, all I have is my hand, so I stroke myself. Going slow, making it painful as I rub from root to tip.

In my fantasy, I have her mouth around me. I’d be the first man she sucked.

I love that she’s as inexperienced as I am.

She’d bite or graze her teeth along my length. Precum would trickle down her throat—that’s how much I’d welcome the pain. I’d twist my body, would reward her by spitting and circling her clit. I’d do it like I did this morning. I’d get her off. I fucking know it.

While she moaned for me. Cried for me.

The air in the room shifts as the movie in my head changes. I picture myself between her legs. I’d have one of her breasts in my palm, rolling her pink nipple between my fingers.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

More precum leaks from the tip. I rub it with my thumb, the friction of the barbell making my balls tighten.

If I could, I’d tear her panties right off her. Use my tongue to study her pleasure points. My cock. My fingers.

Toys. So many of them.

She’d come so many times that she’d drench her sheets. My face. My tongue.

She’d be driven to the brink of insanity. I’d force her to leap off it.

With me.

My chest tightens. My hips thrust into my hand.

She’d say no again, and I’d fuck the defiance out of her.

I’d pump her full of seed. I would. She’d be swollen with my babies.

Mine.

That image of owning her so thoroughly is what gets me off.

This. This is fucking it. Emptying myself on her lips and cheeks. Marking her. It’s the best thing, the sweetest pleasure.

That was only the beginning, though. A way to take the edge off.

I’m not done here.

Give me a goodnight kiss, sister, I tell her.

In my head, of course.

Shiloh lets out this tiny huff to the wet head I press to her lips, making me hard all over again.

Such a good girl.

One kiss to her pussy. Her last reward for tonight.

She’ll have more of me soon enough.

Soon, the air she breathes will have a name.

That name is Kaleb.

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