20. Cain
CAIN
She was undressing for bed, and I knew I should have looked away, but the surge in my dick demanded otherwise.
A small voice in my head said that if she didn’t want anyone to see, she would have closed the blinds.
But here she was, dress pooled at her feet and reaching around the back of her bra and…
Fuck me.
There were those fucking heavy breasts I had dreamed about. They looked every bit as good as I remembered and holy shit, I was hard as a rock. I gripped onto the vines of the ivy for dear life trying to ignore the throbbing of my cock.
She turned around and slid her panties down those creamy thighs of hers and my head flooded with images of what I’d do to her, bent over like that.
How I’d stick my face between those round cheeks and lick that sweet pussy til she was screaming my name.
I bet she tasted as good as she looked. All wet and warm and fuck…
my dick was weeping with need. I placed my hand on it to give myself a second of relief.
My hips thrust against my hand wishing I was feeling her wrapped around me.
My breathing hitched and my mask began to fog up from how hard I was breathing.
I needed to rein it in and control myself.
But it was no fucking secret that I wanted her.
That I’d dreamed of taking her every fucking way imaginable, every day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, for five whole years.
That was a lot of imagining. But the version I conjured in my head paled in comparison to the real thing.
She was every bit the angel I remembered.
I couldn’t stand it for another second and took my dick out of my pants, running my hand up and down the shaft.
My head tipped back as I stroked myself, my eyes still glued to her naked form walking around her bedroom.
It was a bold move and maybe she didn’t care who looked, but it felt like it was a show just for me.
When she was free of this place, I’d fuck her so good. I’d watch her part her legs for me and have her begging to feel every inch of my cock seated inside her pussy. I’d take her legs and hoist them up over my shoulders so I could get in as deep as she wanted me.
Hot waves of pleasure jolted down my spine as I came all over her fucking bushes.
It felt better than any time I’d done that in my cell all alone. She finished getting ready for bed and plunged the room into darkness, none the wiser that I was right outside watching.
This was reckless as fuck. Pastor John could wake up, and I knew that the bastard carried a gun.
But I had to be closer to her. I snuck into their house, chuckling to myself about how arrogant he was to not lock his front door.
Dumbass, trusting his God, this small town, and social status to keep him safe.
I tucked away that tidbit of useful information for later.
I found the two of them asleep in a room that looked more like it belonged in a museum than a house.
God this guy’s taste was so gaudy it was hard to take in.
But there, underneath a silk black comforter, was Delilah.
Her blonde hair was curled around her face, and her breath came in steady, soft waves.
I crept closer, careful not to make a fucking sound.
It was lucky they weren’t animal people.
I didn’t have to worry about a rogue cat or dog that would want to rip my balls off for intruding.
No, the only threat I had to worry about was Pastor John .
God, it would be so easy to end him right now.
I had a knife on me. I could slit his throat right here.
But then, I knew how good the police in this town were at twisting the truth.
The last thing I wanted was for Delilah to take the blame.
When he died, and he would, it would be in a way that didn’t raise suspicion.
I didn’t fancy going back to prison and Delilah, well she deserved a life far away from this hell hole.
Of course, the guy was a snorer. How Delilah could sleep next to the constant sound of what was essentially a lawn mower going all night was a mystery. Maybe we’d get lucky and he’d die from sleep apnea.
I watched as Delilah slept. My beautiful angel.
Her eyebrows turned down into a frown and her lips pulled tight into a grimace like she was having a nightmare.
Against my better judgement, my hand reached out and smoothed the tiny crease that had formed between her browns.
That’s when her eyes flew open and she blinked hard in confusion.
Fuck.
I knew going off book was a recipe for disaster, but I risked it anyway to get closer to her.
I didn’t think straight when it came to Delilah.
She was my kryptonite. But she needed me to be better than the fuck-up I’d been.
I held myself still not sure what to do.
Panic flooded my veins. Was she about to scream?
Her eyes looked over my body, seemingly unfocused and glazed over.
I knew what she’d see when looking at me.
A tall intruder with a gas mask, a black hoodie, and dark wash jeans.
I looked every bit the threat I was. Then with a sigh, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
Some sound came out of her mouth that I couldn’t quite catch before she turned over, tucking both hands underneath her chin.
Holy shit. That could have been so bad. My heart was pumping so fast from the adrenaline that I could feel it beating against my ribs.
That was too fucking close and so fucking stupid.
I left in a hurry breathing hard— putting as much distance between us before I ruined this whole mission I’d spent so much time planning.
I had to get my head in the game, and not the one attached to my dick. No, that fucker had done all the thinking tonight, and almost screwed us over.