Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
And I didn't want the cure.
I needed to touch her while I touched myself… while I let my orgasm take me under and I came all over her.
I ran my finger over her bottom lip, then along her jawline and down her neck. She turned her head in my direction, her perfect lips parting slightly. I shifted closer, placing one knee on the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, but Dolly had to be exhausted because she still didn't wake up.
Cum was a clear, sticky mess dripping from my cock slit and onto the sheets. So close to her body that it turned me on even more.
I kept moving my finger down her chest, circling the underside of her breasts, and trailing lower until I got to the hem of her shirt. I pushed the material up, showing off the expanse of her belly and higher until her breasts were exposed.
Christ, I wanted to tear all of her clothes away so there was nothing obstructing my view. I crouched onto my haunches and continued to jerk off. I wanted to pop her nipple into my mouth and suck on it hard enough it hurt, and I could’ve gotten myself off from that act alone.
This felt really fucking right.
My lust and obsession with Dolly were consuming me at a neck-breaking speed.
Jerking off wasn’t how I wanted this to go. I wanted to wait, to let myself build up until Dolly was the one who relieved me. I wanted to have her the way I wanted, but the temptation clawed at me, and I couldn't stop myself.
I bared my teeth, clamping down on my molars as I felt my orgasm rise.
I wanted to close my eyes and just exist in the pleasure, but I refused to take my gaze off her. The tension in my body built, every nerve on fire, as I lost myself to the thought of her—her taste, her warmth, her scent… that she was mine.
And then my release finally came, and I held in my gruff growl of ecstasy as I shuddered. The pleasure rolled through me, crashing all around like a wave that left me panting and sweaty, but even though I was temporarily sated, it still wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough until Dolly submitted to me fully, willingly or not.
I pushed myself up and glanced down at my still-hard cock. My orgasm covered the floor and the sheet that hung off the bed. A sticky, white mess that was also dripping down the underside of my dick.
I didn't bother cleaning up. I wanted her to wake and see the dried product of my desire for her. A sick, twisted part of me wanted her to see my cum all over the floor and sheets, so she’d know I jerked off to the sight of her sleeping. Right next to her unconscious, delectable body.
I was a vile fuck, but I accepted who I was. I embraced the shit out of it.
Grabbing my cell out of my back pocket, I pointed the camera at Dolly’s sleeping form. There was no service this far out in the middle of nowhere, but I didn’t need to call anyone. I needed nothing nor anyone but Dolly.
I took a handful of pictures of her.
Close-ups of her lips.
Strands of her strawberry blonde hair that fell over the white pillow.
The slight rise of her breasts under the thin material of her shirt.
My cum-dripping cock with her in the background.
Fuck, I was hard all over again.
After putting my phone in my back pocket once more, I carefully got undressed so it wouldn’t fall out, folded my clothes up, and put them on the foot of the bed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was late. The cabin was quiet except for the soft sounds of Dolly’s breathing and the occasional noises of the animals scurrying around outside of these four walls.
She looked peaceful, as though all the fear and uncertainty of her life right now—the weight of it covering her—had been washed away. She’d realize she was safest with me.
My chest tightened at the sight of her, at the thought that she belonged here with me.
To me.
She was so fragile at this moment, so delicate. I wanted to protect her… even from myself. Slowly, I eased onto the bed beside her, careful not to wake her. She was fully dressed, while I was completely naked.
I wrapped an arm around her abdomen, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. With my eyes closed, I inhaled deeply, a low rumble leaving my chest. She stirred but didn’t wake.
My hand rested on her hip, and I closed my eyes, continuing to breathe in her scent. I pulled her back fully against me and held her tighter. I didn't stop myself from letting my hand drift to the hem of her shirt and slowly push it up, touching the soft skin beneath the material yet again.