Chapter Eight 950

Chapter Eight

Brodie

I know the sick fuck has a camera somewhere in here. It's how he knows when to come and go. I'm sure of it. I wouldn't put anything past him.

I need to lure him back to me. I need to make him believe that I am enjoying this sick fantasy of his.

I pace up and down for a while, trying to pluck up the courage to do this because I know where it's going to lead when I start.

I sit on the bed and close my eyes. I have to pretend it isn't him.

I reach between my legs, under the skirt, and I slowly start to roll my finger over my clit in slow circular motions. I groan out loud .

"Eitan," I moan. I wonder if he installed microphones.

Probably.

I wonder if he's watching. I have to keep it up as though he is.

I move my fingers a little faster. I can feel my pussy reacting, the traitorous bitch. Getting wet as though it was readying for the best cock it's ever had.

If Eitan was not a creep, I might compliment the size of his cock. It certainly stretched me the other day.

I slip two fingers inside my wet hole, and I move them in and out, using my thumb to massage my clit while I do so.

"Who said you could touch yourself?"

I jump slightly and withdraw my hand. "Eitan."

"Who said you could touch yourself?" he says again. He looks uneasy. This isn't what he was expecting. It's thrown him off guard.

Good.

I pretend to be shy. "I was just so...so turned on from earlier."

He watches me with hooded eyes and sits on the armchair in the corner. "Sit on the bed and do it some more."

"I'd rather have you do it to me," I purr at him.

He looks at me uneasily. Then he gets up and comes to the bed, sitting beside me. I sit on the bed with my back to the bedframe and spread my legs.

"I have wanted to taste you," he murmurs. "For the longest time. "

I try not to let my face betray my disgust. I smile instead and slide a finger between my pussy lips, wetting the finger before I bring it to my mouth. "I think I taste good."

He looks at me like a lion looks at its prey. He shifts and settles between my legs. I sit back, tipping my head back in anticipation. I feel his tongue take a long slow lick of my wet vagina. He groans, and the vibrations from his mouth make my clit tingle. He licks again, then again. Then he sucks on my clit, which, I won't lie, makes me see stars for a minute there.

I'm going to have to convince him I orgasm, or he isn't going to fall for this entire scenario.

I picture someone from High School, one of those jock boys who played football who thought they'd make it big and leave small-town life behind them. I picture Georgie. He works for his dad at the tire place. I imagine it's him between my legs. I start to move my hips slowly.

"Hmm, eager." I hear Eitan whisper. Only in my mind it's Georgie whispering, like he did in the back of his truck when we would sneak off after football games.

I wonder if Eitan watched us then.

How long has he been following me ?

I give myself a mental shake. Head in the game, Brodie.

Suddenly, Eitan comes up and kisses me firmly on the lips. I gasp slightly in surprise, and he takes advantage by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on him.

I feel him fumbling with his pants, and soon enough, I feel the hard end of his prick poking to get inside of me.

I spread my legs further. "Hmm," I groan softly, holding onto his shoulders. "I want it hard."

"Yeah?" he murmurs with a grin. It's Georgie. Not Eitan. Georgie.

He pushes deep inside of me, and the illusion is shattered because Georgie wasn't that thick. Eitan starts moving instantly and hard, and he hits me in the right places. I try and capture the illusion again, but I'm acutely aware it's Eitan's cock buried balls deep inside of me.

I buck slightly as my groin starts to tingle, and soon enough, I'm moving my hips to meet his. I feel like a dirty whore.

He uses one hand to fondle my breasts and the other as leverage .

I whimper softly, bucking my hips up. "Oh God... Oh God..."

"That's it. Ride it out with me," he grunts.

There's a pressure building up inside me, and I grip the sheets of the bed tightly with my fists.

He reaches between us and fingers my clit as he slams in and out of me, and I arch my back. "Oh Fuck yes."

I squirt. I don't mean to do it. It's just a reaction, but a stream of liquid escapes my body and splashes against him as he fingers me. He continues to move, moving harder. He's fucking me while I'm orgasming, and it's making it even more tense.

I feel another round of pressure building as his cock pummels me.

I groan, tossing my head from side to side. "Eitan," I cry out. "Eitan."

"That's it, my love," he grunts as he slams into me. "Eh. Eh. Eh." A final slam, and he releases a stream of cum deep inside of me, making my insides feel warm.

I rest back, panting. My clit tingles and my pussy feels spent .

I feel so ashamed that this is what I have to do to convince him that he can trust me. How many times am I going to do this until he releases me? Or at least lets me walk around without the chain?

He rests his head on my breasts, breathing hard.