5. Kane
Five
Kane
I’m outside the college watching her. This is what I do every day. Every. Fucking. Day. I’m shocked that no one has reported a creeper lurking around campus, but I’ve somehow managed to stay under the radar. Maybe I should become a spy.
Our sheriff, Garrison James, walks over to me. “Hey, Kane. How’s it going?”
Shit. “Um, great. Just taking a walk since it’s such a nice day.”
He smiles knowingly. “Uh-huh. Okay. Well, you have a nice walk .” Shit . I get the impression he knows exactly what I’m doing. Maybe I’m not as discreet as I think I am.
A short time later, Amber walks outside and I devour her with my eyes. Her long, silky blonde hair bounces against her back as she walks. She has on a fucking yoga outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination, undoubtedly catching the eye of every hot blooded male on campus.
Her leggings cling to her pussy lips and bubble ass, while her breasts threaten to pop out of the top of her shirt. I do my best to adjust my hard length in my jeans. This is why I stay away. Wanting someone like this isn’t normal. It would scare her to death if she knew how obsessed I am with her; how often I dream about holding her down and making her taking my cock over and over again.
Several boys rush to speak with her. I don’t blame them, but I glare at them just the same. Mine! Thankfully, she just smiles politely, but doesn’t show any interest in any of them. Good . She walks down the street to the local dessert place, Tempting Treats , as she does most days. I follow at a distance, admiring the way her leggings hug her curvy ass.
She spends the next little bit visiting with the three sisters that own the place. She seems to be pretty good friends with all of them. One of their toddlers races toward her. She picks him up and hugs him with a blinding smile on her beautiful face. A yearning for a family of my own hits me hard. Damn, I want that with her. She’s so great with kids. I know she would make a wonderful mother. She’s way too young for that, though. It’s just a fantasy.
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I try not to look in on Amber while she sleeps, but sometimes I just can’t help it. She moans, kicking the covers off. I freeze as my cock turns to stone once again. My angel is in a cut off t- shirt and a tiny pair of panties. That’s it. Her pebbled nipples are visible through her shirt. This is torture.
I walk closer to the bed. This is wrong. I know it is, but I can’t seem to help myself. I touch her cheek, making her sigh. I ghost my lips over hers, trying not to wake her. I pull myself over her, needing to be just a little bit closer. When our bodies touch, I lose control.
“Kane,” she whispers, thrusting her hips toward me. A switch flips in me and I pin her body down with mine.
“Fuck, baby. Need you so bad.” I kiss her hard. In moments, she is kissing me back passionately.
“Oh, Kane. You feel so good. Is this a dream?” she asks sleepily.
“Yes, baby. It’s a dream.”
“Too bad,” she mumbles.
“Want you so bad, sweetheart. You’re all I think about. I’m so obsessed with you, baby girl. Need to fuck you like I need to breathe.”
I thrust my cock against her pussy. Even with the layers between us, I can feel her wetness as I grind against her. In seconds, her body shudders with her release. Fuck! That’s all it takes for me to come in my pants like a fucking teenager. I’m out of control and I know it.
“So good,” she mumbles. I watch as she immediately falls back into a deep sleep.
I force myself to pull the covers back over her, then make my way back to my bedroom. I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I have a major problem. This obsession is getting worse. What the hell am I going to do?