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I slowly approached the bed. Her breaths were slow, deep, her lips parted just slightly as she drooled a little into her pillow.

I brushed my palm down the length of her bare arm, barely a whisper of contact, but she still shivered, shifting slightly, murmuring something unintelligible in her sleep.

I should’ve fucking left.

Instead, I moved closer.

Pulled the covers away.

The heat of her skin was addictive, intoxicating.

My hands ghosted over her waist, feeling the dip, the soft, delicate lines of her body.

My fingers trembled, brushing over the curve of her hip, as I trailed my palm even lower, my touch feather-light.

She sighed, pressing into the mattress, a quiet sound slipping past her lips, and my cock fucking ached.

She always did this to me.

Always made me crave her in ways that should disgust me. Always played with fire, conscious or not, like she didn’t understand just how easily she could be burned.

I was tired of holding back.

I despised her for this.

For what she did to me.

For the way she made me need her, even when I wanted to destroy her.

The sheer lace panties she wore clung to her, leaving little to the imagination, and the sight of her like that sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.

I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even want to. The pull was too strong.

I knelt on the mattress beside her, and she stirred faintly in her sleep, a little sigh escaping her lips.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lowered myself between her legs, my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.

Her body responded instinctively, her back arching ever so slightly as if seeking more.

She was so fucking perfect.

Tugging her panties to the side, I revealed her pink slit and puffy pussy lips. My eyes were feasting on the view as my mouth filled with saliva, and the scent of her made my head spin—sweet and musky, like ripe fruit begging to be tasted.

I spread her ass, my thumbs pressing into the softness of her cheeks, and buried my face in her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal coating my tongue as I devoured her. Her moan was low and throaty, muffled by the pillow, and her hips rolled against my mouth, seeking more friction.

God, she was so responsive, even in her sleep. Maybe she was awake—I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care. She was too far gone to remember anything anyway.

Her taste was addictive, a heady mix of salt, tang, and sweetness that made my cock throb painfully.

I lapped at her hungrily, like a feral animal, my tongue circling her tiny clit before plunging deep inside her.

Her thighs clenched around my head, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

She was close, so close, and I wasn’t going to stop until she came.

When she finally did, her body shuddered, her pussy pulsing around my tongue as she let out a breathy whimper.

It was her birthday, after all. She earned a little gift. For her.

For me.

But I wasn’t done. My cock was aching, straining against the fabric of my jeans, and I couldn’t take this.

I freed myself, the sound of the zipper unnaturally loud in the stillness of the room.

I shifted higher, positioning myself above her.

Her legs parted slightly, as if inviting me, but her panties slipped back into place like the Universe had different plans.

I pressed my hard cock between her thighs regardless.

The heat of her pussy was heavenly against me even through the thin barrier of lacy fabric.

I rocked against her, grinding my cock against her wetness, and the sensation was fucking electric, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.

She was so warm, so soft, and the way her hips moved in sync with mine—it was like she was made for me.

Her eyes were still closed, her lips still parted, and her moans constant, making my stomach twist with desire. I caught the faintest murmur of “Ghost” or maybe “Daddy.” It didn’t matter. She knew exactly who was making her feel this good. That thought alone was enough to push me over the edge.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I yanked her panties out of the way—the fabric drenched with her arousal and my precum—and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. She was so fucking soaked, so ready and inviting.

When I pushed inside her, the tightness of her pussy alone nearly made me lose it. She was like a vice, gripping me in all the right ways, and the feeling of her pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm was almost too much to bear. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from groaning out loud.

Inch by inch, I slowly stretched her out, watching her body yield to my size.

It was a struggle, but she couldn’t feel any pain and remained relaxed.

I bottomed out, my hips flush against her ass, the pierced tip of my cock pressing against her cervix.

And for a moment, I just stayed there, savoring the feeling of her heat surrounding me, so open, accepting all of me.

I leaned over her back and whispered into her ear. “Fuck, baby, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock being such a good girl for Daddy.”

She looked at me through her haze and smiled like she understood.

I started to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but it wasn’t long before I lost control, driven by some primal instinct. Her pussy was too good, too tight, and I fucked her with a desperation I hadn’t felt in years.

Her body responded, writhing beneath me, her hips lifting slightly to meet mine, her moans growing louder. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what was happening, if some part of her knew it was real, but it didn’t matter. She was mine. In this moment, she belonged to me.

And she was close again.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, and rubbed her in tight circles as I pounded into her.

The obscene squelching sounds of her pussy and my balls slapping against her flesh filled the space.

She came with a cry, her cunt clenching around me, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.

My balls tightened, the pressure building until it was unbearable. With a low growl, I buried myself deep inside her as I came. My release filled her in hot, pulsing waves, coating her walls around me thoroughly until some spilled over.

I stayed there for a moment, my cock still twitching inside her, before pulling out and kneeling behind her.

The moonlight caught the glistening streaks of my cum as it dripped out of her, her body limp and spent.

I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures, spreading her swollen lips apart to get a better shot.

Fucking hell, she was beautiful.

I collected the mess with my fingers, then pushed it back inside her, swirling the mixture of our fluids deeper, wanting to claim her even more.

She whimpered softly, her body twitching, but she didn’t wake.

I brought my fingers to her lips, smearing the remnants across them.

She would taste our connection when she woke up, even if she didn’t remember.

I knew it was reckless. I should have cleaned her up, should have made sure there was no evidence of what I’d done.

But the thought of my seed deep inside her, marking her as mine, was too satisfying to resist. I pulled her panties back into place, locking my cum in.

It was possession. A claim I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—take back.

As I watched her sleep, a strange feeling settled over me. It wasn’t guilt. It wasn’t shame. It was something darker, something that slithered through my veins like poison. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But instead of fear, I felt a twisted sense of exhilaration.

I caught my breath, rolling onto my back, exhaling sharply as I reached for my phone again and dialed her number.

The line rang, and her phone began vibrating softly inside her purse. She still didn’t wake.

My fingers trailed lazily over her smooth thigh as I recorded a voicemail, looking at her peaceful, oblivious face.

“Hey, little bunny, it’s me. I know we haven’t been talking, but I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I hope you’re having fun tonight. And… uh, it’s stupid, but I hate the way things ended. I really miss you. I… hope we chat sometime.”

I hung up, and her notification pinged. Then, I leaned over, pressing my lips against her bare shoulder. She was still shaking slightly with aftershocks of her release, her breathing heavy.

I loathed everything about her.

And yet, I still wanted her just the same.

“Happy fucking birthday, you bitch,” I murmured, zipping up my pants before slipping into the night.

She texted me the next day with a simple thank you, and we slowly started talking again. Just as friends, mainly in the group chats. I was proper. Patient. Planning my revenge.

And now we’re here.

Funny how things work out sometimes.