CONOR
Grace stepped onto the deck outside of her bedroom's sliding glass doors, her pale fingers clutching the railing as she stared out into the night.
Her short pink nightgown barely covered her pert ass. Her long blonde hair draped her shoulders, the strands tickling the peaks of her breasts. I was close enough to see how hard her nipples were under the silky cloth. I imagined sucking those tight little buds while my fingers delved between her slick folds to stroke her. I swallowed the groan burbling in my throat and clenched my gloved hands.
She shouldn't be outdoors in such a revealing nightie. What if some scumbag saw her? I'd have to gouge out his eyes.
I resisted the urge to cross the greenway to her first-floor apartment, barge inside, and kidnap her right now. I wanted to hide her away from the rest of the world. She deserved worship, but I wanted to be the only supplicant allowed at her dainty feet.
