I locked my door after sitting in the tub for an hour. I was still naked as can be, wondering about in my room. I kept my curtains closed and rechecked the locked door. I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. I was going to make sure I came, with or without one of the guys and this time it would be without.
I caressed my fingers up and down my body. Goosebumps had formed along my arms and thighs. I cupped my breasts in the warmth of my palms and squeezed. I fondled them, twisting the already bruised areola. When I felt ready, I rubbed myself. I imagined the guy’s kissing me, licking my body, biting, making marks that meant I was theirs. It was harder to ask for things then it was to only think, want, and wish it.
I rubbed my ball of nerves faster as I started to feel the coolness wash over my body before it rises in heat. My body tensed and flexed, making me cum in less than five minutes. I moaned quietly, the orgasm not feeling as good when Amilios or Milo caused it.
The door’s knob rattled and I sat up, not even getting over the waves of hormones flowing over me. A hard knock came from the door. I slipped off the bed and patted my hair a bit and touched my hot cheeks. I opened the door.
“Yes?”
“Why is the door locked?” Milo asked.
I shrugged. “Must’ve accidentally done it. Sorry.”
He glared, “You’re lying.”
I rolled my eyes automatically, not helping my attitude. “Who cares?”
“I care. Stop being a smartass and get some clothes on. Why are you naked?”
I shrugged again. “Because I feel good being naked.”
He shook his head with disagreement. “Lunch is ready. Mrs. Burrow isn’t here today again. Amilios is making some hotdogs.”
“Oh.” I walked around Milo and started making my way to the kitchen.
“Amilios won’t be happy with you walking around naked.”
“I don’t care!” I sang.
“He will be upset.”
“Again, I don’t care!”
Milo scolded, “Why don’t you listen to me for gosh sake, Lillian.”
“Because you spoil me and let me get away with what I want.”
“Amilios won’t,” he assured.
I challenged, “Then let him.”
“You’re going to awaken a demon,” he scoffed.
“I told you and this will be the third and last time that I’ve said it. I don’t fucking care!” I answered him while entering the kitchen.
“Amilios,” Milo said slowly.
Amilios turned to glare at me. “Did you cuss, bella?”
I pouted childishly. “Do you forgive me?”
He glanced at Milo. “What has got into her?”
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Contracting Lillian
RomanceHer father built a weapon. And it was her. Though, his new found wife was pregnant with a boy and he was done with his first daughter. Since her mother was dead now, he could do what he liked and two men with a business decided to make a deal, his...
