Page 110 of Make You Mine

Bzz. Bzzz.

Mmm, fuck.

I peek into the first classroom. Dark and empty.

Kayden’s not here.

The vibrations get stronger, imitating waves. My knees are about to give in and buckle.

I take a deep breath. I’m getting dizzy and warm. My face is flushed as the vibration intensifies.

I attempt to ignore it, holding myself against the black fabric that covers the walls and the lockers.

Bzzz. Bzz. Stronger. Deeper.

Delicious twirls that massage my clit and hit just the right spot.

I drop to my knees.

God, this is really happening.

I’m about to come from vibrating underwear that my stalker is operating from somewhere.

Unless I do something about it.

I have to get rid of them.

I lower myself to the floor, lie down, the sudden coldness on my skin sending a chill down my spine. Ignoring it, I lift my skirt and bring my hands to the waistband of the panties. I must take them off. I have⁠—

A vibration. It intensifies. Harder.

My clit is pulsating so hard. My pussy is clenching and I’m flooded with pleasure. I lay on the ground, helpless.

My hands lay at my sides as I let the orgasm reach me. I’m almost there—except something’s missing.

I need something to fill me up. This is endless teasing, but it won’t earn my release.

I let out a cry so loud I even surprise myself. I didn’t know I was this vocal.

My whole body is vibrating with desire, begging for more.

A finger to stroke it or something bigger, thicker. The temptation to slide my own hand into my panties is so strong. But I won’t.

Instead, I pull at the waistband of the underwear with shaky hands. I need to get them off me.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

My head swipes to the side, cheek resting on the cold, hard floor. The shadowy figure with the neon red mask stands mere meters away from me in a dark hoodie and pants.

The mask has a small microphone attached to it with tape. It’s obvious he’s using a voice disguising app, giving him a deep voice resembling the ones in movies, when kidnappers call in for ransom.

In his hand, he’s got a remote.

He hovers over me, lowering himself so our bodies mold against each other, and my legs are by his sides, trapping him while my thighs are shaking, my pussy still throbbing.

He pins both my hands over my head with one of his, stopping me from what I was about to do. The hand with the remote clicks something, and it speeds up the vibrations.

Shit. My heartbeat’s racing so fast, competing with the pulsating of my pussy.