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They settled on the hem and she toyed with rhythmically as she continued to try to please her douchebag boyfriend.
Was it nerves? A distraction.
After twenty minutes, Tommy still hadn’t come. He stood with an aggravated huff as Katie flinched from her place on her knees. Watching her recoil renewed my anger. I clenched my fists as Tommy left the room without even considering her pleasure. She rolled over and sat against the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest and rubbing at the floor indentations on them.
She deserved to feel good. To know that she’s deserving of attention and pleasure.
I’d show her.
Quietly, I made my way around the house, surveilling the interior. It was a fairly big and old home, with single glazed windows, exposed wooden floors and high ceilings. Tommy grabbed a bottle of something alcoholic and deposited himself on the sofa in a grand, but unfinished, sitting room. Between swigs of booze, he wanked himself with a furious death grip to whatever smut he was watching on his phone. Eventually, he jizzed all over his stomach before crashing out on the striped cushions.
His car sat out front of the house, Tommy’s security inside, watching their phones and eating junk food. Must be the most boring job around sitting and waiting for him to wake up. While my family was wealthy, I’d never much been bothered by the whole fame thing. Criminals tried to keep out of the spotlight, and our syndicate was no different.
Katie was in bed when I sidled back up to her window, sleeping face down with her pyjama top riding up.
Thankfully, my upbringing in the world of crime had fashioned me with many skills, including lock picking. But even more so, it had given me the knowledge that more often than not, a window or door would be unlocked.
Sweet Katie had crashed without even attempting to lock her doors.
I let myself in the back door, stilling as I listened out for any signs of life. Tommy’s gentle snore sounded from one end of the house, assuring me he slept on.
A floorboard creaked beneath my foot as I made my way to the part of the house that held my girl. My fingers trembled as I touched her door handle, knowing I was about to throw myself into a situation I wouldn’t be able to erase.
Now or never, Mac.
Now.
For Katie.
Her back rose gently, a strand of red hair spilling over her shoulder. I stilled as I watched her, my breath hot beneath my mask. Reaching to my left, I flicked out the lights that she’d left on. The thin, leather gloves I wore would leave no prints, but as I approached the bed, I slid my right one off and thrust it into the pocket of my hoody.
My pulse thundered as I placed one knee on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch my girl. Every delightful curve was a treat for the eyes as I considered her sleeping form. Ideally, I’d make her cum before she realised I was someone other than Tommy. Her waking up and screaming would likely bring someone to the room, although with Tommy passed out, maybe not.
I wanted her to feel good before she freaked out.
I reached out with my left hand and slid it into her glorious red hair, wishing I could feel its silkiness through my gloves. She moaned sleepily as I tightened my grip.
Then I slipped her pyjama bottoms down over her hips, leaving them around her ankles as I pulled one knee high onto the bed, exposing her sweet little cunt.
I should have left the light on so that I could see her in all of her glory. Her ass cheeks were soft and full and I ran my hand over her, her pale skin a contrast with my tanned skin.
She writhed against the bed as I grinned.
If only I could have taken my time with her. Next time, sweetness.
Holding her hair gently but firmly to stop her looking round when she woke, I touched her. Gently, at first.
It didn’t take long until she sighed needfully, her hips moving to give me better access.
‘God, Tommy, that feels so good.’
His name grated on her lips, but soon enough she’d realise that none of the credit went to him. When she tried to turn over, I held her firm, finding her clit and circling it as she wriggled beneath my hand.
‘Let me touch you too,’ she said when my fingers tightened in her hair, pushing her face into the bed.
‘Shhhhh.’
Thank fuck. She listened to me and gave into the sensations I wrought between her thighs.
