AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Show me, Dove. Show me how you fuck yourself when you imagine it’s my cock inside of you.”
She continues to stare at me, biting down on her bottom lip. “N-no.”
“I won’t touch you. I promise you that,” I murmur, knowing I don’t have it inside of me to touch another woman. But this … this will be different. “But I’d love to see you fucking soak your fingers. I know you want to.” I nod toward her legs. “Pull those leggings down. Panties too.”
It’s written all over her face that she doesn’t know if she should, but a part of her—a big part—wants to. After a minute or two, she reaches down, tugging off her bottoms, along with her panties, letting them fall to the floor.
“Good girl,” I utter gruffly. “Top too. Let’s see you play with those perfect tits. The ones I’ve pictured blowing my cum all over.”
Sitting forward, she pulls her tank top over her head and throws it on the floor.
“No bra?” I groan. “Fuck, it’s like you were begging for this to happen.”
She’s nervous, but not as nervous as most women would be in this position. She is brave. Strong.
Needy.
“Part those legs, Dove. Let me look at you.” When she does as she was told, I suck in a breath, completely captivated by the work of art before me. “Fuck, baby. You’re already glistening, and you haven’t even touched yourself yet.”
Slowly, she moves her hands so that they run over her beautiful tits, causing her pretty pink nipples to pebble below her touch. The sight of that huge fucking ring on her finger pisses me off, and I know right then that even though I won’t be touching her … she is going to touch me.
Just once.
Reaching down, I unclasp my belt, followed by the button on my pants. I pull them and my briefs down just enough. I bring my hard, aching cock out, which only gets harder when her eyes land on it and she moans.
I palm myself, wrapping my hand around my cock before moving it back and forth a few times, letting my brain take mental pictures of her pretty pussy getting wetter with every glide of my fist.
“You like to watch me jerk my cock, Dove?” I say, keeping my voice low. Watching her hand move down her stomach before sliding between her thighs causes a deep moan to come from my throat. “Other hand,” I growl with a shake of my head. “The last thing I want to see is that fucking ring inside of that perfect pussy.”
Quickly, she pulls her left hand away and replaces it with her right.
“Fuck … me,” I pant as she slips her fingers into herself.
“Show me how you’d like it if it were my fingers inside of you instead of your own,” I command, tightening my grip on myself. “Go on, sweetheart. Fuck yourself. Make that pussy squeeze those fingers of yours.”
“Hudson,” she whispers, her eyelids beginning to look heavier. “Fuck …”
I lean forward, releasing myself, and hold my palm out before her mouth. “Spit, Dove. Give me something that’ll make me feel like I’m fucking that wet pussy instead of my hand.”
Bringing my hand closer to her lips, she gets my palm nice and wet, and I take it back to my length and jerk myself harder and faster. With my feet shoulder width apart, I watch her move her fingers in and out, her thighs beginning to shake.
“Come on those fingers, sweetheart. Drench yourself,” I grunt, feeling my balls begin to tingle. “I might have said I won’t touch you … but this is what I think about you wearing that ring on your finger,” I growl out before grabbing her free hand and brushing it against the tip of my cock.
As my seed spills onto her fingers, I make sure it covers her ring with white. And she moans loudly, watching me come on her hand. She squeezes her eyes shut as her back arches, and she continues to whimper and hiss out a slur of words that I can’t make out as she comes undone before me.
All the pain, the tension, the anger on her beautiful face is gone for a moment, and she fucking glows, her cheeks a deep red and her pussy so fucking pretty and pink.
I know I shouldn’t be in here. I’ll get us both killed. But, Jesus fucking Christ … I can’t help myself.
As she pulls her hand from between her legs, her eyes flutter open, and right away, the panic is evident. Holding the hand that I’ve completely covered away from her, she rushes into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her quickly.
While she’s gone, I fix my pants and briefs, button my jeans, and adjust my belt before taking a seat on the edge of her bed. And then I wait until she’s ready to face me.
After fifteen minutes, I poke my head out to find Hudson still on the edge of my bed.
His eyes find mine, and he shrugs. “I mean, it could be worse, right?”
The slight smirk that teases on his lips makes me want to grab my lamp and throw it at his head. But then he’d be dead, and I’d be no better than the rest of the people living in this house of insanity.
