I Still Leave the Door Unlocked

He told me to be good and stay in my room. I did, for a while. I put on an old shirt and nothing under it, because that is how I always sleep, and I got in bed with my phone. Around midnight I got bored. I kept thinking about the way he looked at me in the kitchen earlier, like he already knew I was not wearing anything under the shirt. I slid my hand under the blanket and started touching myself slow. I was already wet. I did not hear the door.

He said my name and I froze with my fingers still between my legs. The light from the hall was on my face. I pulled the blanket up and said I was sleeping. He did not leave. He asked what I was doing. I said nothing. He came in, shut the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. He told me to move the blanket. I shook my head. He told me again, quieter. I did it. My shirt was up and my hand was still there, and I was so wet it was embarrassing. He looked for a long time. I said we should not. He said I already was.

He took my wrist and moved my hand so he could see. Then he put his fingers where mine had been. I made a noise into the pillow. He told me to look at him. I tried. He rubbed me until my legs were shaking and I came on his hand, and I hid my face the whole time because I did not know what to do with it. He told me I was loud. I said I was sorry. He said not to be.

He stood up and took his cock out. I had seen it before by accident, and I still got shy. He told me to open my mouth. I did. He held the back of my head and fucked my mouth slow until I was drooling on my shirt. Every time I gagged, he told me to breathe. I kept my hands on the bed. When he pulled out, I thought he was done. He was not. He pushed my knees up and slid into me, and I whimpered into his shoulder. He told me to keep quiet. I tried. He fucked me until I came again, and then he came in me and stayed there for a minute. After, he pulled my shirt down and said to go to sleep. I did not. I laid there wet and messy.

The next morning he came into my room before I was dressed and shut the door again. I was sitting on the bed in the same shirt. He asked if I slept. I said no. He told me to stand up. I did. He lifted the shirt and looked at me, then he sat down and pulled me into his lap. I could feel him already hard. He told me to open my mouth again. I did it slower this time. He held my hair and used my mouth until my eyes watered. He said I looked pretty like that. Then he put me on my stomach, pushed my knees apart, and fucked me while I hid my face. Every time I got too loud, he covered my mouth. I came with his fingers in my mouth. He finished in me again and told me not to tell anyone. I said I would not. I still have not. I still leave the door unlocked.