Page 203 of Love Me Stalk Me
"My..." She swallows. "My...my thighs?"
"Do you?"
She hesitates. "Sometimes?"
I click the toy off.
She groans. "You aresomean."
I chuckle. "I'll turn it back on when you say it like you mean it."
She pouts and I feel it.
The way my cock throbs at the sight of her, so desperate, so perfectly fucking wrecked already.
I wait. She breathes in, breathes out, then finally?—
"I love my thighs."
I crank the toy up to high.
She cries out, back arching, fingers gripping the sheets.
"That's my good girl," I murmur.
I could watch this all night. She writhes. Moaning, gasping, completely lost in the sensations rolling through her body.
And I watch. I fucking watch.
Her body responds beautifully—thighs trembling, stomach tightening, fingers twitching against the sheets. She moves like she's desperate for more, craving further contact, needing me.
I adjust my grip on the remote, my other hand pressing into my thigh, trying to keep myself still. Trying not to let the ache in my cock completely take over my brain.
She's so beautiful like this. And she still doesn't see it.
I push her further. I turn thevibrations higher.
She arches, breath catching in her throat, hips rocking.
And fuck, I feel it too. The way my cock throbs, pulses, trapped against my sweatpants, aching to be buried inside of her, aching to take what's mine.
But not yet. Not yet.
I shift slightly, leaning forward just enough that I can see the way her slick glistens between her thighs, how swollen and wet she is for me.
Her moans turn desperate.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Izzy."
She whimpers, shifting, gasping.
"Caleb—"
"Pinch your nipples."
Her breath catches.
I watch as she hesitates, her cheeks flushing deeper, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
