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“Are you staying here tonight?” she asks.

It’s late and I’ve drunk more than I should to drive, but it opens the door to temptation. If I stay here tonight, there’s no way in hell I can keep out of Gwendolyne’s room.

“Perhaps,” I mutter, not wanting to commit either way.

“With her?” Ma asks.

I grab my scotch and chug the rest of it. “Does it matter?”

Her lips purse together. “No, it’s your choice what you do.” She sighs heavily, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Headaches again?” I ask.

“Yes, I am getting them so often, Cillian.”

“Shall I get your pain meds?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t like how they make me feel. I’ll go and get some rest, I think. An early night.”

She isn’t kidding as it’s only eight o’clock.

“Okay, do you want help?”

She gives me a pointed look. “I may be losing my mind, but my body is more than capable, thank you very much.”

I laugh. “Sorry, Ma.”

She ruffles my hair like I’m a kid and leans down to kiss me on the cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I say, watching as she walks toward her room downstairs.

Once she’s gone, all I can think about is the tempting piece of ass currently locked away upstairs. My eyes move to the key hanging on the wall and I know there’s zero chance of me staying away from her tonight.

I pour myself another large tumbler of scotch and knock it back before standing and grabbing the key. It burns in my hands, warning me that I’m playing with fire, as this girl has gotten under my skin already.

I ignore the warning, unlocking the door and stepping into her room. The floor is covered in a deep red carpet, which makes it easier to get closer without making a noise. I can make out Gwen sleeping peacefully on the bed ahead of me.

She’s lying on her stomach in nothing but the chastity belt I fitted the other day, face pressed against the pillow, arms spread out to one side. I can feel my hard cock pressing against my pants as I stand there watching her sleep; imagining what it would be like to fuck her until she wakes with no protection, breeding her pretty little cunt.

The thought alone makes me want to slide into bed with her right now; feel my hands running over that soft skin and my mouth exploring every inch of her body.

That’s exactly what I intend to do, but first I need to remove the damned chastity belt and clean her up. I go into the bathroom and get a wet flannel and unscented soap before returning to the bedroom.

I take a deep breath and move closer, kneeling beside the bed. I can feel my heart pounding as I hold my breath, reaching up and putting the key into the lock and turning it before unlatching the belt around her waist. My hands are shaking slightly as I slide it off her hips, the insert sliding out of her slick pussy, as I try not to wake her.

Once it’s off of her, my mouth waters as her pussy is soaking wet and her clit is swollen, begging to be sucked. I can tell she’s climaxed multiple times without having access to her clit, as there’s so much wetness there. Slowly, I clean her as she’s been wearing that thing for three days. Gwen stirs a little in her sleep but doesn’t awaken. Once she’s clean, I decide to indulge my desires.

My cock twitches at the thought of tasting her again; of finally being able to satisfy her after three days of this torture device fitted into her virgin cunt. And I release it from the confines of my pants through the zipper, stroking myself as I lower my head and begin to lick and suck her, savoring the taste of her sweet juices as I move my tongue around her swollen clit; exploring every inch of her body. I watch as her hips rock in pleasure with each touch. There’s something so intimate about doing this to her while she sleeps; watching her body respond unconsciously as I touch and explore it.

My hands move to her breasts, cupping them in my palms before rolling the nipples between my finger tips until she’s practically panting.

Before long, Gwen comes undone in pleasure, writhing on the bed sheets beneath me. “Cillian,” she moans my name in her sleep, eyes still clamped shut.

And hearing her moan my name like that makes my cock harder than nails.

The sensation wakes her as I straighten, my cock still in my hands as I stroke it. She blinks blearily at me for a moment, looking confused.

“Such a good girl, coming for me and crying my name out in your sleep,” I murmur, tightening my grasp on my cock. “Now, I’m going to come on your pussy,” I growl, as I swell with pleasure, my cock throbbing as I explode all over her cunt, making a mess.

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