Unethical

Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

Maxim

M y balls are empty, unloaded on the panties that the doc had been wearing. The best part? The dried spot I saw, which came from my come inside her earlier.

Unable to stop myself, I’d let my tongue scrape against the perfect mixture of hers and mine. I tasted all of it. And nearly busted in my pants because of it. Lucky for me, her panties made an excellent place to deposit an impromptu load.

Now I’m hunkered among clothes as I watch her through a slit in her bedroom closet. She throws her come-soaked panties into a small trash can with less of a reaction than I expected—or hoped for. Then she grabs a cami and a pair of shorts from a drawer and slips into them. With a strained sigh, she sits on the edge of the bed.

Her fists clench against her thighs, and her shoulders tense. She rolls her neck, trying to relieve the pent-up strain in her muscles. I should step out of my hiding place and massage her. She’d be scared at first, but once I start rubbing her stress away, she’ll beg me to keep going. Then I’d move to her lower back. And even lower. I’d rub that sweet ass of hers before burying my face between her cheeks and eating her like she’s never been eaten before.

But I don’t step out of the closet. I keep still and watch her.

At first, I think she’ll cry after everything I’ve put her through today, which is probably a fair response. I’ve forced her to put her dignity aside and let something undignified inside her. No tears fall, though. Her eyes drop before the lids close, and she disappears inside her mind. What she does next both surprises and confuses me.

Biting her lower lip, she dips her hand beneath her shorts. My jaw drops as she leans back on the bed, her hand moving beneath the black fabric. I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. Instead of shedding moisture from her pretty eyes, she’s dripping from that sweet little cunt.

“Naughty doc,” I whisper.

Had I known I’d get to see her like this, I’d have waited to jerk off. I can’t help but wonder if she’s thinking of me. Does she like it when I make her do things she doesn’t want to like? Is she imagining me instead of her fingers between her legs?

Moans leave her lips, and her back arches. “Maxim,” she whispers through a groan.

She answers my question with that single word and a whole lot of moans. She is. She’s fucking thinking of me, the unhinged and dangerous felon she’s let inside.

My cock twitches at the sight of her. Light peeks beneath the curve of her back as she lifts into the air from the pleasure she’s bringing herself. The shorts tent and move as she touches herself, and I stroke the front of my pants, my dick springing to life again.

I’m half-tempted to leap from the closet like some kind of maniac and bury my face in her cunt like an animal. I’m all of those things already, so why stay leashed and in control when she’s whispering my name and calling to me as she pleasures herself?

Instead, I stay hidden because I want to mark her. I pull out my dick and slowly stroke myself. The screaming moan she releases as she comes makes my dick twitch in my hand. When she sits up, her shoulders fall forward with guilt, a heaviness from what she thought about as she came.

Before she climbs into bed, she shakes a pill from a bottle on the nightstand and swallows it with a cup of water. When she gets into bed, so tired from all that’s happened to her today, she draws her blanket up to her like a shield from the outside world. A shield from everything but me.

I stay in the closet until she’s snoring in a deep sleep. The door creaks as I open it, and I don’t try to stop it. If she wakes up, she wakes up. I’m a shadow creeping across the floor as I walk toward her bed.

The moonlight from the window casts a pale glow over Sarah’s sleeping form. I continue to stroke my dick as I peel her shield away and pull back the blanket. Her ass is full, and the cuffs peek from the fabric. Fuck, she’s delicious. It takes everything in me to stop myself from pulling the shorts aside and devouring her sweet little cunt.

I roll her onto her back, and now I see her face. So relaxed and sexy when she’s not looking guilty from fucking the literal devil.

I’m going to come. I’m tempted to do so on her pretty little face so she’ll wake up in the morning with my mark on her lips, but I want to mark her pussy more. I reach down and move her shorts aside, running a finger through her soaked slit. She made herself so wet.

Using two fingers to spread her, I stroke my dick along her clit until I come, marking her skin just like I marked her panties. I don’t even know how I’ve managed to come three times today. I’d come a thousand times for her, though.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I put her shorts back in place and leave her asleep and covered in my come.

What an absolutely vile piece of shit I am for this. She’ll wonder if I fucked her while she was asleep. She’ll wonder if I used her body as selfishly as I wanted to. The question is, will she like the idea or not?