Chapter 10: Rising Tension

Thane Drogos

“You have quite the selection,” Evelyn mused, gazing at my bookshelf.

Her back was to me, the loose cotton shirt barely hanging onto her narrow shoulders. My eyes trailed downwards, taking in her lithe feminine form. Her hips flared out into leather pants I knew were Rio’s.

They looked much better on Evelyn. Slightly too big, but her round ass still curved against the fabric.

“I like to read on voyages,” I answered, unable to pull my eyes away from her, dipping down even further to her legs.

She’s wearing too many clothes.

At that intrusive thought, I turned away, thinking about her freckled thighs I knew hid beneath those pants. I wanted to see them again, but this time spread wide so I could get a good look at her pretty pussy before I leaned down to taste it.

I’d fuck her with my tongue, her arms restrained over her head. Make her nice and wet, teetering on the edge until she begged for my cock, tears of desperation welling in her big doe eyes.