Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
The bed shifts a little, and then he… licks the back of my knee?
Oh my. Why do I find that so hot?
Is it the shamelessness of it? The thrill of being touched in a way no one else would even think of? He's inventing his own sexual language and claiming pieces of me no one ever wanted. But he’s also taking advantage of being able to touch me in any way he likes without fear of judgement. Is he into knees? Will he touch them with his cock?
He can do whatever the hell he wants. I’ll allow it. He could fuck my calves, and I’d find it exhilarating. I want him to pleasure himself using my body, and I’ll love it as long as he keeps touching me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
I stretch, digging one of my knees into the mattress, and imagine him staring at my backside. I can sense his warmth, even though we’re not currently touching, but I can’t wait for that moment when he presses closer, fingers pulling at my flesh until I come.
I stifle a moan when he drags what has to be the tip of his cock all the way from my knee, up my thigh, and he even pulls up the leg of my pajama shorts to reach higher, all the way to that spot where the leg ends and the buttock starts.
I imagine him as some stalker, so infatuated with me every part of me is worth getting off on. After all, he was so desperate he broke into my house to get a taste.
My heart is going berserk as his body hovers over mine. I can still smell the shampoo we both used, and every move he makes, no matter how discreet, shifts the mattress a little, sometimes making the bed frame creak softly. Will it be loud when he fucks me? Right now, the cabin is so quiet a single owl hoot sounds like a fire alarm.
A soft sigh leaves my lips when Creep pulls on my shoulder until I’m prone, facing the ceiling as he pulls up my T-shirt. His nose pushes under my armpit with silent hunger, but his hands are there too, drawing lines across my torso as I fight the urge to open my eyes and see him.
It’s dark. He might not even notice, too absorbed by my perky nipples, but I’m doing this for him, so instead I imagine him over my prone body, agile and toned as a panther about to sink its teeth into my flesh.
His nose moves over my chest as he sniffs me. “Shouldn’t have taken those sleeping pills, baby,” he whispers. “You’ll be out for hours. All mine. Defenceless.”
Does it mean he wants to make this last? I’m already so hard it’s difficult for me to make up my mind whether I want that or not, but it’s not like we can only come once…
I barely hold in a whimper when he slides one hand all the way down my spine, and into my pajamas, middle finger parting my ass cheeks until it presses against my anus. Creep rests more of his weight on top of me, and I fucking love it. A hot, strong guy is my kryptonite. And he smells so good too, of soap and clean skin, as if he somehow managed to take a shower of his own before invading my privacy and breaking into my home. His tongue is so hot on my pebbled nipple.
“You won’t even know what happened when you wake up all groggy, as if your body didn’t get to rest,” Creep whispers against my skin. His weight is shifting closer to my chest, until he’s straddling it and pushing pillows under the back of my head, making it rise.
My thoughts turn into raw heat, and I shiver, guessing what he’s planning. I’m already salivating, and my cock is rock-hard when I think about tasting Creep. I won’t be able to take him deep without making the whole sleeping thing a bit silly, but oh, do I want him to gloss my lips with his pre-cum…
I smell his salty musk first, but then his dick, stiff under the silky skin bobs against my cheek, and I have to sink my nails into my palms to keep myself from taking a peek.
He wants to be my boyfriend. He was adamant about that, so I’m sure I’ll get my fill in the future. For now, I part my lips as if absentmindedly. I want to entice his cock in, encourage exploration. I once more think about this being his first time, and even though I’m lying there without a care in the world, I feel like a conqueror. The first to get a taste of Creep’s dick.
He slides it in ever so slowly, even though we established I’m knocked out and won’t even know when he fucks my ass, let alone rubs his cockhead over my tongue. I fight a shivery breath of excitement as he slides in a bit deeper. I’m pretty sure he’s kneeling over me, and I imagine him looking down and admiring how his cock disappears between my lips. He brushes against me here and there, so I know he’s still wearing jeans.