My eyes take in her pale blue panties huddled in her black pants. Like a pervert, I pluck them up, fingering the soft cotton fabric, and my cock instantly hardens. My whole life, I’ve never gotten a hard cock from a woman. The idea of them disgusts me. But I’m not gay. Men do nothing for me. Part of me always wished I was because it might have helped save me from my torment and loneliness. Women have done nothing for me in life other than use me and haunt all my nightmares in ways that would be unimaginable to most.
I stare at the blue panties like a recovering addict staring at a bag of heroin. Knowing how dangerous a temptation it is, yet wanting it so much causes the worst kind of pain.
Before I know what’s happening, I raise the panties to my nose and inhale. I’ve never smelled anything so perfect in my entire life. My cock’s now so hard it could cut glass. I kick off my shoes and pull my pants down, releasing my dick. My fingers circle my cock, leaking pre-cum as I slowly pump up and down, desperate for relief as I keep inhaling the smell of her sweet cunt lingering on her panties. I’m out of my mind with lust and need for her. I want to trail my tongue along her body, tasting every part of her flesh.
I pump my cock with no mercy; her face is the only image in my mind as I desperately try to find my release. I don’t know when it happens, but her panties are now on my lips. My tongue darts out, tasting her on the cotton material, savoring her on my tongue, discovering the best flavor I’ve ever tasted. I don’t stop devouring the material, not even when my body shudders as ropes of cum cover my hand.
I fall back on the bed, still gripping her panties as my eyes shutter closed.
Fuck.
My fist pounds the mattress, my frustration growing wild with the intrusive thoughts rattling in my head. My feet hit the floor as I storm out of the room, heading towards the one I placed her in. The cold metal of the doorknob isn’t enough to wake me from the fever dream of passion that my enemy's daughter has infused in my heart.
My forehead gently falls on the wood door as I try to calm my shallow breathing. The doorknob turns under my hand as if I’m possessed by a demon with no capabilities of my own.
Anissa’s fast asleep. A beautiful statue bathed in the moonlight that flutters through the window and lands on her stunning face. Her long, dark hair is fanned over the white pillowcase. Her chest rises and falls. She’s fast asleep, unaware of my presence in the room. I wonder what she’d do if she woke up and saw me here, watching her while she slept. The monster lurking when she’s most vulnerable.
My skin crawls at my powerful lust for her. I can’t seem to control my urges where she’s concerned. The darkness, all the light, completely cast out because of her. Finally, the night has consumed me. There’s no coming back from my desires. No salvation.
My body vibrates as my feet move of their own accord, one in front of the other. I’m shocked to see that my shirt is discarded on the floor. My lips twitch, thinking about how she probably ripped it off her body in protest. Such a strong will. It’s one of the many things that makes her so seductive.
The bedsheet is tangled around her body, exposing one large, soft breast. My cock twitches just staring at her pretty pink nipples, round, perfect, and delectable. My mouth salivates at the thought of sucking them between my lips and digging in my teeth. I want to shower her with pleasure and drown her in pain.
My eyes roam her body, taking in her olive skin and soft flesh leading to her perfect heart-shaped ass. I bend down, my eyes level between her legs that are slightly apart, and I stare at her smooth hairless pussy.
My brain isn’t fast enough to stop my hand from moving to touch her puffy pussy lips. I glide my finger through her folds, finding her clit. Anissa moans in her sleep, moving to her back, causing me to panic. I brace myself for her to wake up screaming, but all she does is moan again and part her legs, giving me better access to her sweet cunt. She’s so pink and pretty. What shocks me is that her pussy is glistening in the moonlight. My slugger’s little cunt is soaking wet.
Slowly, I pull her lips apart, bring my nose to her cunt, and sniff. She smells so fuckin’ good. I know what I’m about to do is wrong, but I simply don’t care. My tongue darts out, and I lick her pussy, almost coming in my pants. If I were to die at this moment, I’d go to heaven with the taste of paradise on my tongue.