I want to kiss every inch of her body from her beautiful eyelids all the way down to the tips of her tiny little toes. I let out another horse grunt as I come again, my sticky seed shooting up out of me violently.
Fuck, I don't think I've ever come this hard before. Thoughts of Cynthia have me busting nuts like I'm trying to get her pregnant. My cock twitches at the thought of planting my seed inside her and it taking root. Seeing her belly swollen with my child for all the world to see, of claiming her like that so that everyone would know she's mine…fuck, it’s enough to make my cock hard again.
My chest tightens and my stomach drops, though, as I’m reminded these are nothing but just fantasies.
Cynthia can't be mine.
She's my stepsister.
But that doesn't mean that I can't fantasize about her and watch over her—wrong or not. It's either this or kidnap her and tie her to me in every way possible. This is the lesser of two evils. No matter how sick it may be.
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Noah
Jesus,I didn't think it was possible for me to want Cynthia any more than I already do, but as I watch her lithe body lengthening and stretching as she leads her class through yoga poses, I'm about to bust and shoot my filthy load all in my pants.
I can't take it. This is torture.
I finally push myself away from my perch where I'm staring in the window of her yoga studio. My chest is heaving up and down as I storm down the sidewalk, my blood boiling and my hands clenched into fists as I fight the urge to march in there and fling her over my shoulder like a warrior claiming his prize.
I could just take her. It’d be so easy. I'm big and brawny enough that no one would question me, and I'm smart enough to know how to breach any security system. I could keep her hidden.
But I think of what that would do to my father and his new wife. They'd be worried about her. Plus, I couldn't bear the thought that she might hate me for taking her choice away from her.
I’ve never been the kind of man to consider taking a woman by force or to resort to kidnapping, and I can't believe I'm even halfway entertaining these thoughts now.
I push them firmly out of my head and keep moving, the adrenaline empowering me on until I find myself standing outside her apartment.
I didn't consciously come here. It's just where my feet led me.
I easily slip into her place. I don't even have to pick the lock because of course I had my own key made.
I rifle through her things, touching the hair on her hairbrush, touching all of her panties and the clothes hanging up in her closet.
I lay down on her bed and turn my head into her pillow, inhaling deeply. Her sweet, flowery scent clings to the sheets, and I know I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself.
I pull my cock out and hump her pillow until I cover it with my sticky seed. I look at the wet stain and know that it will dry. The thought of her sleeping on my cum tonight fills me with a primal sense of satisfaction, so I leave it there.
I lose track of time as I look through all her belongings, learning everything I can about her. It looks like my little princess is extremely orderly. Everything is neat and tidy and in its place.
That's why whenever I hear the door click open, panic seizes my chest. I fling myself into her closet, my heart hammering against my ribcage. She's not supposed to be off work for another hour.
Fuck, I can't let her find me here. I internally curse myself when I see that I left her dresser drawer open. As much of a neat freak as my Cynthia is, she's sure to notice it.
Sure enough, when she walks into her bedroom, she stops. Her eyes widen before they dart around the room. I see the tremor go through her.
She knows she didn't leave it open. Pride swells my chest when her instincts kick in and instead of doing like stupid people do on the movies, she doesn't look all around the room searching for an intruder. I hear her running out the way she came.
Good girl.
She knows that if there's perceived danger in the area to get away and to not try to be brave and find whoever may be lying in wait for her.
It’s good for me too because it gives me the opportunity to slip out from my hiding place in the closet and make my way out the window. Thank goodness her room is on the ground floor.
Once I’m outside, my chest tightens at the thought that I frightened her. I don't want her to be scared in her own place and afraid to go home. And I know that's the case when I get an urgent phone call from my father.
“Yeah,” I answer him on the first ring.