The Good Neighbor - Bettes Kimberley A. (книги читать бесплатно без регистрации TXT) 📗

I slipped into the closet and closed the door almost completely. I left a crack so I’d be able to see the right time to pounce.

I struggled to keep my heart from beating out of my chest and keep my breathing steady.

Now, I waited.

45 Bernie

I slowly pushed open the bedroom door, hoping like hell it didn’t squeak to give me away. I wanted to surprise her like I had last night. I wanted her to know nothing until she opened her eyes and stared up into mine as I was banging her.

I stood beside the bed, undetected so far, and thought of what I wanted to do to her and how I would do it. There were so many things and so many ways, it would take all night to do them all. Did I have all night? I didn’t know.

I quietly stripped down to nothing. I stood beside the bed, naked, holding a knife. My heart was pounding with excitement.

I reached down and felt my dick. I was ready. I was more than ready. I’d never experienced this level of horny before. Not even last night, when I came on her bed was I this horny. I think the pain that came with the hard-on added to this new level of desire.

I felt that animal urge building in me again. It was stronger this time. There was no way I’d be able to fight it. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to let it consume me. I wanted to step aside and let this urge take over and do what it wanted to do to this whore.

I wanted to do as much as I could without waking her. I wanted to violate her in every way, but I wanted her to remain asleep until things were well under way. If she woke before I had started, she would fight me. I was sure she was going to fight me anyway, but it would be harder to do if I was already on her and things were already happening.

The thought of her under me, struggling, only turned me on more. I felt my dick throb as I imagined her wiggling around under me, beating my chest with her fists, screaming and crying.

I stepped closer to the bed.

I could smell her again. I could smell the same scent that was in her panties, only not as strong.

The room didn’t smell of sex this time. I wouldn’t be wallowing in Owen’s gunk. He hadn’t done her tonight. It would be all mine. That thought made me shudder. I could wait no longer.

I leaned over and pulled the blanket gently down her body.

46 Owen

I stood in the closet for several minutes, waiting. I was getting uneasy. Nothing was happening.

If I left the closet now, I chanced running into Bernie and would lose my surprise attack strategy. The surprise was what I’d been counting on.

I decided to chance it.

I slowly opened the closet door.

No one.

I walked out of the bedroom, looking around carefully. Still no one.

I walked downstairs, pausing on each step to listen for any sound the house had to offer, but hearing nothing.

I searched the entire downstairs, and found nothing. The back door was closed, as I’d left it. The sound I’d heard must’ve been the house. After all, that was the more logical explanation. I had probably just assumed it was Bernie because my nerves were frayed from last night’s adventure.

I was more wary now. It was better safe than sorry. Just in case Bernie was in the house, I wanted to be ready for him. I wanted to hear him before he heard me.

I headed back upstairs to retrieve the dirty bed covers again.

47 Bernie

Once I’d pulled the blankets completely off her, I paused at the foot of the bed for a second to admire her naked body.

She was lying on her back, which made things extremely easy for me. It was like she was waiting for me. Her head was turned toward the far wall. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Without the blankets, her nipples were hard. She seemed to be just as ready as I was.

I put my left knee on the bed slowly and carefully, and then my right. I still held the knife in my right hand and I was careful not to cut her. At least not until I had to.

I slowly moved forward until I was in the right position. I rested my upper body on my elbows beside her shoulders. I held my left hand ready to cover her mouth when she woke and my right hand where she could see the knife. I paused in that position for a moment, watching her sleep. I wondered if she was dreaming about me.

I lowered my waist toward her until my dick was touching her crotch. It was barely touching her since I wanted her to remain asleep as long as possible, but it was enough to bring me pleasure. I continued staring at her face as I enjoyed the feeling that was coming from my dick. It was like bolts of lightning shooting up from there to my stomach. I hated teasing myself like this, and I loved it at the same time. Oh, how I wished I had all night to do things to her. I wished I’d thought this out better and had taken her and tied her up somewhere where I could do whatever I wanted to her for however long I wanted to do it.

I slowly let my body down onto hers, pushing her legs gently apart with mine. She mumbled something I couldn’t make out, and then sighed, but remained asleep. I hesitated until she was silent again, then I took aim with my manhood and jabbed it into her.

She woke then.

Her eyes focused on me and she started to scream. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth. She began pushing against me, her fists on my chest. I almost came. I held the knife in front of her face. When she saw it, the scream stopped in her throat. She fell silent and quit struggling.

I smiled. I would’ve preferred her to keep struggling as it turned me on, but I didn’t want to chance waking anyone else.

“There you go. Keep silent and this’ll be as good for you as it will be for me,” I whispered. “You know you want this as bad as I do. I’ve seen you teasing me. Well, you’re getting it now.”

Tears rolled from the outer corners of her eyes and down the sides of her head. “You can cry if you want to. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

I moved up and down on top of her, unable to keep from moaning with pleasure.

“It was definitely worth the wait,” I told her through my ragged breath. I went faster now, though I had to stop from time to time in order to make it last longer. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly. I had waited so long for this. I’d gone through hell to get it, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

I noticed her eyes never left the knife. I could feel her sobs, though I never heard them.

I didn’t care if she cried until she threw up. I was getting what I wanted, what I knew she wanted. She probably was just pretending to not want it now so that damn Owen wouldn’t be mad at her. Well, it didn’t matter to me. I didn’t care what he thought, and I didn’t care what she wanted or didn’t want. She’d sent the signals, and I’d received them. Now, it was happening and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

If Owen hadn’t wanted it to happen, he shouldn’t have left her alone. He had to know that I’d be watching. He had to know that I wouldn’t give up so easily. His threats meant nothing to me, and neither did that red-haired guy’s. I wasn’t afraid of them. If this didn’t prove it, nothing would.

I couldn’t help myself now. I bounced up and down on her furiously, pounding myself against her as hard as I could, biting her breasts as I went. I was biting her hard, undoubtedly too hard, but I didn’t care. I loved the way her flesh felt crushed between my teeth. I also didn’t care that she would surely have bruises from the way I was thrusting myself into her. Again, I didn’t care. Why should I?