Wanting by Lynn Burke
Gideon
The little princess had a kidnapping fantasy.
She’d locked me out—yeah, I tried her door after busting my nut the second time and leaving her cum-soaked panties on the vanity—so I listened in on her conversation with Jenny. The idea of stealing Addilyn away and giving her that fantasy hit me like a punch to the gut and a shot of adrenaline to the balls.
I jerked off for a third time that night, wishing I could fulfill that one for her, going deeper into darkness with each thought.
She would be bound for my pleasure because it sure as fuck wouldn’t be for hers.
Bending her over while standing, wrists tied to her ankles so I could take her ass without a struggle. She’d end up so damn wrecked I’d have to hold her upright until I finished using her body to finally find release in her tight hole.
Begging for me to stop because I hurt her. Her lips trembling, mascara-stained tears, eyes red from crying…lipstick smeared from gagging around my dick…fuck yeah.
Only a dribble oozed from my chafed length over those final thoughts, and my balls ached from draining them dry. Since I’d left her panties in the bathroom beside her toothbrush for her to find come morning, I grabbed a tissue off my bedstand to wipe up.
I passed the fuck out minutes later and dreamed about kidnapping the little princess, keeping her secluded, without social media, her friends, all her money, and making her my sex slave.
My body rejuvenated overnight, and I woke up with a raging hard-on.
“What the absolute fuck!” Addilyn’s curses rang through the bathroom door, reminding me of what I’d done the night before. “Disgusting…foul…damnit, Gideon! You are so…so gross!”
A fist banged on my bathroom door, and smirking, I rolled off the bed and sauntered over, naked, ready to face down the spitting mad woman I wanted kneeling at my feet.
I wrenched the door open. “Morning,” I muttered, flashing my dimples, my dick at attention after catching sight of her sleep shorts and camisole that revealed tight buds poking and ready for my teeth.
She glanced down at my bobbing length and quickly turned her head to the side, eyes closed. “You are a disgusting pig!” With a flick of her hand, dried, cum-crunchy panties landed against my chest. They fell to the floor, and I bent to pick them up.
“Couldn’t help myself,” I said, unable to keep from grinning while sniffing the silk to see if any of her musky scent lingered beneath my dried spunk.
“I’ve moved my hamper into my bedroom,” she stated firmly, turning to walk toward her bathroom door without giving me a single glance.
Christ, that ass… She sauntered away, tempting me like no girl ever had.
“So, what am I supposed to jerk off to?” I asked, lazing my palm over the head of my dick. Damp…I smeared that shit down over my length and moaned a bit.
She shivered at the sound, and my grin widened.
“Your own damn underwear!”
“I don’t wear any.”
Addilyn stumbled and grabbed her doorjamb but still wouldn’t face me. “Disgusting.”
“It isn’t disgusting for the woman wanting easy access to my dick.”
“Well that woman isn’t me!”
I squeezed my balls with her ruined panties, tugging them down a bit. “I won’t ever turn you away if you change your mind, princess.”
“Sick,” she spat as though she was so much better than me.
Her hand grabbed hold of the door to slam it shut.
“Did you touch yourself last night?” I shot out, loving when she paused. “Get off to thoughts of your dirty panties wrapped around my dick?”
The rapid rise and fall of her chest said it all.
“Yeah, you did. Damn.” I squeezed my balls again as a bead of pre-cum welled at my slit. “Think I’ll jerk off to that image in my head.”
She escaped—but not without a quick glance at my groin—slamming the door behind her. The click let me know she had zero wish to continue our conversation, even if her eyes had suggested otherwise.
I climbed into the shower and rubbed one out while imagining her slender fingers shoving into her tight hole the night before all because she’d gotten an eyeful of my dick. I groaned a little louder than necessary when shooting my spunk up over my abs, wondering how wet I made the panties she had on beneath her sleep shorts.
Too fucking bad I wouldn’t be able to sneak them from the hamper anymore for a deep lungful of her musk before hitting the shower every morning.