Ready or Not (Aspen Ridge Holiday Novellas)

9. Wes

Chapter Nine

WES

T he day I’ve planned endlessly for is almost here. Tomorrow, at the abandoned asylum, I will finally bring Lilith into the darkness with me. I’ll make her mine whether she likes it or not. I know she may fight it at first, knowing how wrong it is, but I know she wants me. I see it in the way her eyes rake up my body when she thinks I’m not looking, the way her eyes hold mine for a beat longer than she should. The way she comes for me in her sleep. But first, I need to see her. Need to taste her once more while she sleeps.

I sneak into her apartment unscathed as I’ve done every other night since finding out she was no longer having her time wasted with my son. This time though, I walk through the back door that she left unlocked for me. Well, not me , but her stalker. I watched her from the woods, standing behind the tree line, concealed by the darkness of the trees as she tempted me. The succubus called me to her. I would have dropped to my knees and crawled across her godforsaken lawn if she wanted me to. The only thing holding me back was my desire to see my plans through. To take her as my own on her favorite night of the year.

All of the lights are off, the apartment pitch black, but I know my way around in the dark by now. I navigate through her living room, up the stairs, and down the small hallway into the open door of her bedroom. Her curtains are open, the moon shining a silver light and illuminating her body, which lies peacefully on top of her bed. She looks like a sleeping goddess lying on her altar. Her body is covered by just a thin sheet, draped over the curves of her perfect skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I take a seat in a chair that sits in the corner of her room, enveloped by the shadows, and watch. It amazes me how deep of a sleeper she is, and I wonder if I were to fuck her right now if she’d even become conscious.

She rolls over, moving from her side to her stomach, her hands pushing under her pillow, and her knee moving out to the side. The blankets roll with her, exposing her entire naked body to me. Her perky ass is on display and spread open. My cock hardens to steel, throbbing painfully. Too enraptured by the sight in front of me, I pay him no mind. I stand, quietly moving closer to the bed to look at my goddess.

“Wes,” she moans softly, barely audible. “Please. Touch me.”

Her eyes are closed, her breathing shallow and soft, when I realize she’s dreaming of me. Her hips grind lightly into the mattress. It’s not just any dream though, my dirty little girl is having a sex dream about me. Unable to deny her request, I kneel on the bed, inching forward slowly before slipping my hand under her pussy, wedging it between her core and the bed. My fingers slide through her slick folds like warm butter. She’s bare of any hair, her skin smooth and soft.

Her hips continue to move and rotate against my hand in a tortuously slow rhythm, but my fingers sink right between her wet folds, pressing against her little clit, moisture dripping down from her core coating them, allowing her to move with gentle ease. With her knee pressed out high to the side, she’s completely exposed to me. My mouth waters as I stare at her pink slit and tight little asshole. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I watch her chase her pleasure, her subconscious leading her dreams to exactly what she wants, what she needs.

Having observed her long enough now, I know that she sleeps like the dead, and I decide I can’t hold back completely any longer. Giving in to my primal desires, I lean forward and drag the tip of my tongue through her pussy and up to her ass. Her flavor explodes on my tongue. Light and sweet, like the most desired ambrosia of the gods. Her hips continue their slow rock on my hand and I decide to take more . I need more.

I lean in, rimming her tight puckered hole with my tongue, letting the spit fall from my mouth and gather at the spot. Her hips move with more force, my fingers brushing that swollen nub, her climax climbing higher and higher. I eat her asshole like the savage I am, devouring her in any possible way that I can. I need any piece of her. I need all of her. I press my tongue in, swirling it around the rim as she starts to orgasm. Her body jerks, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure pulse through her tight little silhouette, my name whispered on her tongue.

My hand is flooded with warm cum and I slowly pull it out from under her as her body relaxes. Standing, I use my free hand to pull myself free from my pants, grabbing my hard cock with the hand coated in her moisture, smearing it all over me, loving this connection to her. I grip my dick tightly, stroking it wildly while staring at her plump pussy and little asshole, still glistening from my saliva. The urge to climb on top of her, grab her hips, and thrust my cock deep inside her tight cunt is strong. The only thing holding me back is that she’s asleep. I want her eyes on me the first time I take her. I want her to watch as I claim her body for my own. Watch how I fill her wholly and completely. My cock strains in my palm and I tighten my hold, twisting my hand over the head on every upstroke. My balls draw up as my cock thickens, and right before I come, I lean into her, as close as I can get without touching her, and let go. White, pearly streams of cum pulse out of me and onto her waiting pussy and asshole, sticking to her flushed skin like the most beautiful accessory.

She looks fucking beautiful like this, more gorgeous and addictive than I could have ever imagined. I tuck myself back into my jeans, admiring my decoration between her legs. My cum has seeped in, mixing with her own. I give myself one last treat, leaning my mouth in and licking light strokes, cleaning her up of the mess. The combined taste of both our releases on my tongue is euphoric. This will be my favorite dessert.

I slip back into the shadows of her room, taking my seat in the chair, and get comfortable, ready to spend the next few hours watching my little one sleep. I think about my plan for Halloween and how she’ll react when she finds out the truth. She might fight it. She might be angry. But in time she’ll realize that we’re meant to be together. She was made for me. Societal norms be damned. Before leaving, I place the red rose on the pillow next to her head.

I’ve kept my distance long enough, but that all ends tonight.

Tomorrow, I bring my Lilith into the darkness with me.

Tomorrow, I make her mine.

See you soon, little one.