Page 89 of Run For Me
I pull into her driveway and dig out the ski mask from under my seat. I keep it in my fist as I get out of the car, knowing she won’t look out to see me. She’s not ready for that yet.
Once I’m in her house, I lock the door and slip the mask on. It’s dark and quiet in here. She must already be in bed. It’s been maybe an hour since I spoke with her, but she could be sleeping by now.
I head through her living room and down the short hall, stopping in her doorway. She’s on her side, her shoulders moving up and down slowly as she breathes.
Definitely sleeping.
Leaning against the door frame, I stand there for a long time, watching her. Thinking of all the things I could do to her. All the things she’d let me do to her, no matter how fucked up they are.
My gaze goes to her doorknob, to the panties still hanging there. I smirk, knowing she’s kept it there as a reminder. I fucking love that, and it gives me an idea.
If she has cum-stained panties, I want cum-stained panties.
I take slow and careful steps into her room, pulling open the top drawer in her dresser to find a pair. I spot some red ones that I like. They’re small. Not a thong, but not big enough to cover her whole ass, either. I bet they’re hot as fuck on her.
Once they’re in my hand, I go to her bed and toss the blankets off her. She groans, her eyes flutter open and she stills, slowly looking up at me. I hold my finger in front of my lips. She blinks a few times, but otherwise doesn’t move.
I push her onto her back, putting one knee on the bed as I drop the panties between her legs. I hook my fingers into her shorts, and she lifts her hips so I can get them off.
“Eyes on the ceiling, little dove,” I tell her.
She shifts down, turning her head to look up at the ceiling. I lift the bottom part of my ski mask and dip down to lick her. I swipe my tongue over her clit, and her body rolls with the movement,moaning, so I do it again, over and over until she’s right on the peak. My finger slips inside her, finding her dripping for me. That’s when I grab the red panties and carefully work them inside her.
“What… are you doing?” she breathes out.
“Does it hurt?”
“No…”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
I lean down to lick her again, pushing more of the underwear inside her with my finger. I’m careful, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting these panties drenched, to soak up every bit of her juice for me to have. When they’re in her all the way, I suck on her clit and bring her to the edge, then pull back. I do this over and over until she’s screaming and writhing. The more I edge her, the more soaked those panties will be. When I finally make her cum, her nails are digging into my scalp through the ski mask, and I know it must feel good. She even calls out my name.
I straddle her legs and press them together using my knees, then pull the mask down to cover my mouth. I free my dick and jerk off.
“Watch me,” I say. Her gaze comes to me, lips parting as she takes me in. She watches my hand, then my face, then goes back to my hand again.
I work my dick hard and fast. This won’t take long, but it never does when I’m with her.
Her hand raises, coming toward me tentatively. “Can I touch you?”
“Please fucking do,” I grit out.
Her fingers graze the skin just below my T-shirt, and she pushes it up to brush over my hip bone. She moves down a little, flattening her hand along my abs and moving up.
“You’re so hot,” she breathes out.
“Fuck,” I groan. “So are you.”
Her nails claw down my stomach, and it sends shock waves through my whole fucking body, nearly causing me to spill my load but I’m holding on.
The innocent and curious look in her eyes is driving me fucking wild. The way she touches me, soft but rough, it’s all her and so sexy.
Her hand comes down, fingers raking through my pubic hair, then back up and along my hip again. No one has ever touched me so gently before, with such soft and careful hands.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I say.
Her eyes dart up to mine, fire blazing in them. “I’m yours.”
