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Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to do so many dirty things to her. Give her so much pleasure that she couldn’t handle it.
I pressed one hand against the tiles in the shower as I took my hard, throbbing cock into my other hand and started to pump slowly, picturing her on her bed, spread out for me, legs open. I’d crawl up the bed to her, like a wild animal ready to devour her. Then I’d tease her with my tongue, swirling itaround her clit, pushing into her tight pussy before I used my whole mouth to suck and taste her properly. I’d tease her clit relentlessly until she orgasmed in my mouth, but I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going, licking and sucking until she came again and again and again. I wouldn’t stop till her legs were shaking and her voice was raw from screaming my name.
Then I’d lift her legs, put them on my shoulders as I pushed my cock into her, losing my shit at how tight she was, how perfect she felt. Her wet pussy would squeeze my cock, milking me as I thrust into her. The fucking headboard would be banging on the wall as I slammed into her, and I’d watch her face as she climaxed. I’d feel her pussy walls clench, spasming around my cock, and I’d watch my cock as it sank into her over and over. I’d fuck her until the sun came up. I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I felt my balls tighten as images of her on her knees, choking on my cock filled my head. I thought about pushing her face first onto the bed and fucking her from behind as I teased her tight little asshole. Fuck, I’d pull out of her pussy and slide into her ass, too, making her scream and...
I started to come. Hot spurts spilling into the shower as my fantasies made me lose control. I swear I uttered her name as I lost myself in my orgasm. It wasn’t enough to fully sate me, but it would help ease some of the tension I felt. But I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. And I knew, the minute she gave me the green light, I would never let her go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
EMMA
Ilay in my bed with my hands between my legs, fingers teasing an orgasm so that I could ease my frustration. In my mind, I thought about all the things Alex would do to me, the things I’d do to him. Fuck, I couldn’t stay here if he was going to edge me like this. I couldn’t stand the torture.
I closed my eyes, picturing him opening the door. He wouldn’t knock. He’d take what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was me.
He’d be shirtless, his muscular, tattooed chest rippling as he stalked over to the bed. Then he’d rip the covers off, and when he realised what I was doing, how I was fingering myself, he’d tell me he needed a taste. He’d pull my hand from between my legs and lean down to suck my fingers into his mouth. His eyes would close, and he’d groan in appreciation. Then, once he’d pulled them out again, he’d tell me how good I tasted.
Seeing my bare pussy would make him feral, his eyes would blaze with need, and he’d tell me to get up and take his trousers off. I’d act coy, even though I couldn’t wait to do as he’d said, and I’d sit up on the edge of the bed. I’d unbuckle his belt first, then pull his zipper down slowly. Last, I’d tug his trousers and boxersto his thighs and then his ankles, all the time staring up at him through my lashes, giving him doe eyes to drive him wild.
His cock would be stiff, long and thick, and so close to my face. I’d run my fingers slowly up the inside of his thighs, then cup his balls, teasing and tickling him.
In a gruff voice, he’d moan, “Suck my cock like a good girl and take me all the way down your fucking throat.” And I would.
I’d suck him like my life depended on it, swirling my tongue around the tip and driving him so crazy he’d fist my hair in his hand to force me further onto his cock. He’d throw his head back and moan as he slid right down my throat. He’d fuck my face and make my eyes water as he growled and told me what a good girl I was. Then he’d tell me to touch myself as I sucked him.
I’d feel his cock throb on my tongue as I stroked my clit and...
Fuck, I started to come on the bed, my back arching as ripples of pleasure flowed through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, savouring every spark of my orgasm. And then, as the feeling subsided, I opened my eyes and stared across the room at the door that was still closed.
He said he had a lot of doors available to me tonight. That he could make things happen. It was just a shame that one of those doors wasn’t to my bedroom.
I lay quietly with my thoughts for a while, then I went to the bathroom to clean up. Eventually, I fell asleep with thoughts of a rugged gentleman across the hall on my mind. But still, I kept the lights on. They helped to keep the nightmares at bay. Nightmares that I prayed would never come.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
S.K.A.M.
I’d stood in the darkness of the trees, hiding as they had their little picnic. Feeling my stomach turn at how nauseating it all was. The cute little scene he’d set up for their date. The fairy lights and candles, such a saccharine touch that it made my teeth ache. And the champagne on ice, like they had something to celebrate. They wouldn’t be celebrating if they saw me or knew the thoughts that were running through my head. Wicked, murderous, depraved thoughts.
He'd played music through his phone, and they’d laughed and smiled as if they didn’t have a care in the world. As ifhedidn’t have a care in the world because, as far as he was concerned, he’d locked me up and thrown away the key. Barred me from his life like he had a fucking choice in the matter. But he didn’t. I was going nowhere.
I took my knife out and began to carve into the bark of the tree trunk I was standing behind as I watched him stand up and offer her his hand. And then they danced. They fucking danced and kissed, and I almost broke the blade of my knife with how hard I scored the bark.
I hated her.
I fucking hated that she’d come into our lives and ruined everything.
We were doing fine until she arrived.
We didn’t need her before, and we certainly didn’t need her now.
I knew I had to work quicker to put things right.
The longer she stayed, the more chaos reigned in my mind. It multiplied and grew every day, hour, every fucking minute that she was here. She was bad for me, bad for both of us.
She needed to go.
