14. Lars

14

LARS

D olly had finished bathing hours ago. I made sure she drank more water and ate more food, and then I gave her space—much-needed space I knew she craved right now. And although I wasn't in there with her, I stood right outside the bedroom door and just listened.

I wanted to hear her breathe. I wanted to feel her body heat seeping into my own because she was right in front of me. I wanted to smell her skin as I ran my tongue over her neck.

Fuck, I was hard, my cock throbbing, my balls drawn up.

I stood in front of her closed bedroom door for the fifth time since she closed it, and I reached down and grabbed my shaft through my jeans. No light came through the crack at the bottom of the door, and I knew she was asleep.

I couldn't stay away any longer. I didn't even try.

The room was mostly dark when I opened the door, but my eyes adjusted right away. A soft glow from the security light at the front of the cabin barely cast through her window, but the lamp in the living area allowed me to spot her. I stared at her bed, where she slept soundly on the farther side.

I stepped inside and left the door cracked open so a sliver of light was still in the room. The space smelled like her, and I inhaled deeply, taking the scent of Dolly into my lungs. I wanted her covering me, her aroma, the feel of her naked body on mine… her pussy juices sliding down my cock as I fucked her.

My motherfucking dick was hard as stone, and now, being so close to what was mine, the thick length throbbed, and pre-cum was a steady bead at the crown.

I walked around the bed toward the far side, where she slept soundly. Dolly's breathing was even and deep, and for long seconds, I just stood there and watched her. I took several more steps closer, and before I knew what I was doing, I unzipped my jeans, popped the button, and pulled my massive cock out.

I held the girth in my palm, squeezing the base as I stared at her plump, pink lips. The color looked a deeper red with the shadows playing over her face, and all I could picture was forcing her to her knees and making her take my dick all the way to the back of her throat until tears streamed down her cheeks.

With my free hand, I reached out, gathering the strands of hair that fell along her cheek. She was so soft, so feminine. The lock felt like silk, and I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.

Dolly shifted slightly, the movement causing the strands I held to slip from my grasp. She continued to sleep deeply, but the new position put her on her back, the blanket slipping below her breasts, so I could make out her hard little nipples pressing against the material.

The longer I stared at her tits, the more I could make out the dark circles of her areolas. My mouth watered, and I started jerking off. I dragged my hand up and down the length, squeezing the base before sliding my palm up and tightening it around the tip, pushing out pre-cum.

I couldn't stop the groan that spilled from me, the sound slightly rousing her, and she shifted on the bed again. But she didn't wake up, and I wasn't sorry that I was being a pervert right now as I masturbated to the sight of my little darling.

A part of me wanted her to wake up, so she would've seen me crowding her, hovering above her as I fucked my fist to the image of her lying helpless in bed. I wanted to hear her inhale sharply in shock, then see her eyes widen when she noticed how big my cock was.

I was too far gone in my lust and need for her. I didn't stop myself from jerking off faster and harder. Dolly was my fucking obsession. She was a virus in my body, consuming me and slowly killing me from the inside out.

And I didn't want the cure.

I needed to touch her while I touched myself… while I let my orgasm take me under and I came all over her.

I ran my finger over her bottom lip, then along her jawline and down her neck. She turned her head in my direction, her perfect lips parting slightly. I shifted closer, placing one knee on the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, but Dolly had to be exhausted because she still didn't wake up.

Cum was a clear, sticky mess dripping from my cock slit and onto the sheets. So close to her body that it turned me on even more.

I kept moving my finger down her chest, circling the underside of her breasts, and trailing lower until I got to the hem of her shirt. I pushed the material up, showing off the expanse of her belly and higher until her breasts were exposed.

Christ , I wanted to tear all of her clothes away so there was nothing obstructing my view. I crouched onto my haunches and continued to jerk off. I wanted to pop her nipple into my mouth and suck on it hard enough it hurt, and I could've gotten myself off from that act alone.

This felt really fucking right.

My lust and obsession with Dolly were consuming me at a neck-breaking speed.

Jerking off wasn't how I wanted this to go. I wanted to wait, to let myself build up until Dolly was the one who relieved me. I wanted to have her the way I wanted, but the temptation clawed at me, and I couldn't stop myself.

I bared my teeth, clamping down on my molars as I felt my orgasm rise.

I wanted to close my eyes and just exist in the pleasure, but I refused to take my gaze off her. The tension in my body built, every nerve on fire, as I lost myself to the thought of her—her taste, her warmth, her scent… that she was mine .

And then my release finally came, and I held in my gruff growl of ecstasy as I shuddered. The pleasure rolled through me, crashing all around like a wave that left me panting and sweaty, but even though I was temporarily sated, it still wasn't enough.

It would never be enough until Dolly submitted to me fully, willingly or not.

I pushed myself up and glanced down at my still-hard cock. My orgasm covered the floor and the sheet that hung off the bed. A sticky, white mess that was also dripping down the underside of my dick.

I didn't bother cleaning up. I wanted her to wake and see the dried product of my desire for her. A sick, twisted part of me wanted her to see my cum all over the floor and sheets, so she'd know I jerked off to the sight of her sleeping. Right next to her unconscious, delectable body.

I was a vile fuck, but I accepted who I was. I embraced the shit out of it.

Grabbing my cell out of my back pocket, I pointed the camera at Dolly's sleeping form. There was no service this far out in the middle of nowhere, but I didn't need to call anyone. I needed nothing nor anyone but Dolly.

I took a handful of pictures of her.

Close-ups of her lips.

Strands of her strawberry blonde hair that fell over the white pillow.

The slight rise of her breasts under the thin material of her shirt.

My cum-dripping cock with her in the background.

Fuck, I was hard all over again.

After putting my phone in my back pocket once more, I carefully got undressed so it wouldn't fall out, folded my clothes up, and put them on the foot of the bed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was late. The cabin was quiet except for the soft sounds of Dolly's breathing and the occasional noises of the animals scurrying around outside of these four walls.

She looked peaceful, as though all the fear and uncertainty of her life right now—the weight of it covering her—had been washed away. She'd realize she was safest with me.

My chest tightened at the sight of her, at the thought that she belonged here with me.

To me.

She was so fragile at this moment, so delicate. I wanted to protect her… even from myself. Slowly, I eased onto the bed beside her, careful not to wake her. She was fully dressed, while I was completely naked.

I wrapped an arm around her abdomen, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. With my eyes closed, I inhaled deeply, a low rumble leaving my chest. She stirred but didn't wake.

My hand rested on her hip, and I closed my eyes, continuing to breathe in her scent. I pulled her back fully against me and held her tighter. I didn't stop myself from letting my hand drift to the hem of her shirt and slowly push it up, touching the soft skin beneath the material yet again.

"Mmm," I hummed softly. My dark desire tried to surge up and take control once more, but I pushed the demon back with a vengeance.

I shifted, pressing myself against her, my cock rock hard, even after just coming. My twisted arousal was growing to a fever pitch all over again. She felt too good, too perfect. The way her body fit against mine was maddening. Meant for me in all ways.

I swallowed hard, trying to quell the urge to take her, to wake her up, spread her legs, and slide my thick cock deep in her pretty cunt. My self-control was thankfully like an iron fucking wall this time.

I lay there, holding her, every muscle in my body tense with my desire, knowing that soon enough Dolly would be mine completely.

And I wouldn't ever have to hold back.