The blonde

REED'S POV

The room was dark and still, the early morning silence broken only by the rhythmic sound of my movements and the soft moans of the woman beneath me. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of her back as she knelt on the couch, her pale skin stark against the dark fabric.

I had forgotten her name, or the events that led up to her being in my bed, grinding against my crotch.

I held her hair in one hand, my other hand moving to her breasts, which hung heavy and exposed from her open shirt. The sight of her like this, completely at my mercy, sent a thrill through me. There was something intoxicating about the control, the power I held over her in this moment. In that moment I thought of her, Alex.

"Fuck," she gasped. I had pinched her soft nipples between my fingers, same time I thrust my hardness into her. With each heavy thrust, I imagined it was Alex.

The world outside this room felt distant, irrelevant. Here, there was only the two of us, the heat of our bodies, the primal rhythm of our movements. I lost myself in the sensation, the feel of her around me, the sound of her pleasure-filled moans.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something—a light flickering on in the hallway just beyond the partially open door. My heart rate quickened, not with fear, but with a dark anticipation. Someone was there. Watching.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. If anything, the idea of being watched spurred me on, adding a new edge to the encounter. My hand tightened in the blonde’s hair, pulling her head back slightly as I leaned over her, my breath hot against her neck. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her panties dangling around her knees, but she was too lost in the moment to notice anything beyond the pleasure I was giving her.

The door creaked open, just a fraction, and then there was a soft click. The room flooded with harsh, artificial light, and I heard a sharp intake of breath—a woman's. I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes meeting hers as she stood frozen in the doorway.

Alexandra.

A sly smile tugged at my lips as I maintained eye contact with her, enormous energy pumped into my dick, as I thrust with renewed vigor. The object of my fantasy was watching. There was no shame, no guilt. This was who I was, and I had no intention of pretending otherwise.

The blonde, oblivious to our audience, cried out as I pulled on her nipples again, her voice high-pitched and needy. "Ughh… Bloody hell!" she muttered, her knees digging into the couch as she sought some kind of leverage, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the cushions.

I could see Alexandra's expression—a mix of shock and something else, something darker. Her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts, and I knew she was both horrified and intrigued by what she was seeing. Her eyes were wide, and I could practically feel the tension radiating off her as she stood there, torn between fleeing and staying.

The slapping sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, echoing off the walls, but I kept my focus on Alexandra, enjoying the way her presence heightened the intensity of the moment. I could see the way her body reacted, the way her thighs pressed together, betraying the excitement she was trying so hard to hide.

I decided to push it further, just to see how she’d react. “Hello, Alexandra!” I called out, my voice filled with a mocking cheerfulness.

The blonde jumped in shock, her pleasure-addled mind finally registering that we weren’t alone. She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip on her hair, pinning her in place. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her orgasm building. I didn’t stop pounding, driving into her with renewed intensity.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out as her climax tore through her, her entire body shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her head slumped forward, her blonde hair falling into her face as she collapsed against the back of the chair, completely spent.

I couldn’t help but laugh—a low, dark chuckle that reverberated through the room. My eyes flicked back to Alexandra, who still hadn’t moved, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. I could see the terror in her eyes, but there was something else there too, something that excited me even more.

I slowed my thrusts, feeling the familiar tightening in my core as I reached my own peak. With a grunt, I came, my cock twitching inside the blonde as I emptied myself into her. Slowly, I pulled out, watching as my cum dripped from her swollen, wet lips that pulsed. The sight of it sent a final shiver of satisfaction through me.

I hard my somber dick, eyes peered at my audience, and I flicked to let out every last drop.

The blonde remained where she was, slumped over the chair, her ass still in the air, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I took my time adjusting my clothes, pulling my undershorts and trousers back into place, all the while keeping my gaze on Alexandra.

“I’m sorry—” she began, her voice shaky, unsure.

I stood up, my movements unhurried as I made my way towards her. Her eyes widened, and I could see the panic setting in as I approached. But before I could get too close, she turned on her heel and bolted, her footsteps echoing down the hallway as she fled.

A satisfied grin spread across my face as I walked back to the blonde,

“Well, this will be fun,”