The opening scene is already creepy, setting the tone immediately. Addie wriggles in my hold, her thighs clamped tight.
I let twenty minutes pass, the movie subtly getting scarier. I pay it no attention—all of it has been routed to Addie.
Her wide eyes are hooked onto the screen, her breathing is escalated, and heart pounding against her chest. The first jump scare has her yelping, nearly jumping out of her own skin.
Beneath the flickering light, I watch her skin grow flushed with desire and a small bead of sweat forms on her hairline.
“Are you even watching?” she asks, her voice a mere octave above a whisper.
“Yes,” I murmur, my voice deeper and hoarse with need.
Her breath stutters and her eyes slowly slide towards mine. Those rosebud lips are parted as she stares at me with unbridled heat.
Gliding my tongue across my bottom lip, I wait until her gaze has been hooked onto the act before I fist the soft fabric of her dress and hike it up until it’s pooled around her hips.
“Stop it,” she pants, but I don’t listen. She swats at me, but those tiny hands are no match against mine.
With wicked intention, I slide both of my hands in the crease of her thighs and jerk them apart.
Her hands snap to my forearms, gripping tightly as if to stop me. But she doesn’t fight against me, even as I spread her thighs so far apart, each leg rests on either chair beside us.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, staring at my creeping hands with trepidation. I lift one to grab her by her jaw and force her face to the screen.
“Watch the movie,” I growl.
A creature in the movie pops out, diverting Addie’s attention enough to scare her again. A startled scream rings out as she shrinks away from the screen and deeper into my hold.
I groan, the feel of her ass digging into my cock nearly blinding me with pleasure and need.
The tips of my fingers glide across her creamy thigh, causing her to shift against my touch with restless desire. The creepy music from the movie builds to a crescendo, sending her heart rate to dangerous levels as a person is chased down by something from your worst nightmares.
“Zade,” she pleas breathlessly, desperate for something that she’s not capable of putting a name to.
I glance down, biting back a groan when I see her bare.
"This might not end well for you," I muse.
She stiffens. “Why?”
“Your cum will be leaking down your legs when we’re done,” I hum. “How scandalous.”
"I’d rather have wet thighs than have panty lines with a dress like this.”
My fingers softly brush against her folds, reveling in the cream gathering on my fingers. I keep my touch light, depriving her of truly gaining any pleasure.
“Zade,” she bites out, her voice more forceful and demanding. I smile, refusing to give in.
“Are you watching the movie, Adeline?” I ask harshly. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Her eyes snap to the screen, another gasp pulled from her painted lips when the creature brutally slaughters a person.
Her pussy pulses, juices gushing from her slit and over my fingers. I groan, fighting the impulse to plunge my fingers into the depths of her pussy and feel her come all over me.
My tongue darts out, licking along her neck and inhaling her jasmine scent. Tasting the saltiness from the thin layer of sweat coating her skin.
She tastes so fucking delicious. My mouth waters with the need to lap up the arousal soaking my hand. I deny myself the pleasure, keeping my hand glued to her weeping little cunt.
Giving in to her silent plea, I swirl the pad of my middle finger on her clit, giving her just enough pressure to cause her head to kick back with bliss.
This time when she whispers my name, it’s full of pleasure.
A scream from the movie startles her, and her head snaps upright once more.
“S-someone could come in,” she croaks, my ministrations steady and firm. When I pinch her sensitive clit between my fingers, her eyes cross, a sexy moan releasing from her parted lips.
“Does that make your pussy wet?” I implore, continuing to rub her clit with my finger. “Does the knowledge that someone could come in any second and see you spread open for me turn you on?”
She shakes her head, denying the truth as much as she denies how much she wants me.
“The fear of being caught with my fingers deep in your pussy—” I pause to drive home my point, plunging my middle finger inside her and wringing out a sharp cry— “it makes you want to come so badly, doesn’t it?”
I add a second finger, fucking her in quick hard strokes. Her breath sharpens, and her moans heighten as she draws closer to an orgasm.