Page 55 of The NemeSis
I twirl the pencil in my hand before placing the lead end back down on my sketch book. My eyes flicker between her and the piece I’ve been working on. It started as a doodle, then I was drawn into tracing her. At this rate, I’ll have more art of her than anyone or anything else.
She closes the laptop and moves. My gaze follows her into the kitchen where she reaches for the strawberries. I swallow as I watch her mouth bite into them. One by one until she’s had a few. Those plush pink lips wrapped around the strawberry only has me thinking of where they look even better wrapped.
My breathing picks up even as she cleans up, then walks across the kitchen. My eyes look up and down her bare legs. She’s wearing one of my shirts and I don’t remember if she even put on underwear this morning. The thought has my cock growing harder.
I know she needs to study, butfuck. The way I want to be inside of her. I don’t even care if we’re fucking. I just want to plant myself in her. Maybe she could just sit on my cock while she studies.
Maybe.
I shake the thought from my head. It’s crazy. My grip tightens on the pencil and I hear it crack in my fists. I wonder if she would go for it. Heat spreads across my chest and now it’s all I can think of.
I move the sketchbook and pencil to the table and walk towards her. She’s refilling her ridiculously large cup. Of course, it’s pink. She twists the lid back on after topping it off with more ice then notices me staring.
“What’s that look for?” Her head tilts slightly.
“I need you to do something for me, princess.”
She nods. “Anything.” Then turns to head back to her study spot.
“I want you to sit on my cock while you study.”
Kyra freezes, turns slowly. Her eyes are wide. Her lips part. A flush creeps up her chest. “I don’t think I can focus on studying if we do that. I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything.” She swallows.
My steps are slow towards her. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Ares.” She shakes her head.
I nod. “I won’t move. I’ll sit really still.”
“This isn’t going to work.” She closes her eyes as she bites back a smile.
My hands move to the waistband of my joggers and I push them down in one sweep, step out of them, then move to the oversize lounge she loves so much. I scoot back and wait.
“You’re serious?” She blurts out.
“Now,” I command.
Kyra hesitates before walking towards me. She shakes her head as she climbs over me and mutters about this being ridiculous.
“This is impossible.” She turns to face away from me and sits on my lap.
My cock lays nestled between her cheeks, but that’s not enough for me. But I notice her rock slightly, and no fucking panties. I grab her waist and lift her until my dick is nudging at her entrance, then lower her slowly. She feels tighter in this position, but she’s wet.
Her hands move to mine and tighten as I lower her completely.
“It’s too much, Ares.” She groans slightly.
“I promise I won’t fuck you, Kyra.” It’s like the weight in my chest lifts as she settles on me. “I just need to be inside of you.”
After a moment of no movement she starts to relax.
“You’re serious?” She leans back a little.
I grab her laptop and pass it to her. “Study, baby.”
My eyes move over her shoulder to study right alongside her. If I were smart, I could’ve grabbed my sketchbook first. I’m not sure if I could focus on doing anything else. I wonder if I could eat dinner while she sits on my cock. We’ll have to try that later.
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