Love Me (Yandere! Jeff the killer)

Chapter 4 [Sexual content]

[Sexual content: masturbation]

Caressing her gently. Tangling ourselves in each other under the covers. The sound of her voice, begging me for more. The need inside of me to continue.

I woke up from another wet dream. I jumped up, feeling my boxers soil with precum.

I sat forward, putting my head in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. I'm going insane. Just over this girl.

I can't take much more. It's escalating. I need her. I need more than her heart. I need her body.

I need her soul.

I need all of her.

I lent back, thinking of her. Thinking of Rose. I bit down on my finger, resisting the urge to masturbate. Wanting her. Wanting to touch her.

It didn't help when my mind drifted to when she did it.

The first time, I had hidden in her closet and watched her close her door and draw her blinds. She lay down in bed, slowly taking off her clothes, playing with herself.

I ravenously growled to myself as I remembered.

Watching her slip her shirt off. Watching her unclip her bra. She tweaked her nipples repeatedly, head throwing back with moans. Moans that were mine.

I watched her touch her hips, sliding her pants off. I bit my lip, wondering what to do. Wondering if I could block it out because I knew there would be no going back.

I watched her slowly, whinily, pull her panties down. Then she dipped a finger into herself, still tweaking a nipple. She fell back with loud moans and begging.

I ached for her. To drive her deep into her bed. Make her moan for me, make it my effort. To make her beg for my dick inside of her.

I couldn't help myself, letting my dick out of my pants and jerking myself roughly. Now and then.

I want her so bad. I want her hands tangled in my hair.

I want to fuck her. I want to make her mine. Completely. Make sure no one ever lays a finger on her again.

I jerked my hand roughly, thinking of her begging. I imagined her bouncing on me, playing with her nipples. Squealing my name. Begging me for more.

I growled, already coming to my end.

I grunted and released all over my hand. I lay back, huffing out. Need still permeated my head. Still gripped me as pleasure washed over me.

The sound of her whining for pleasure echoed and rattled around in my head. I wanted to be the one to please her. To take her.

To make her come.

Hard.

I rolled onto my side with a sigh. I can't. Not just yet. No matter how much I want to.

I felt that ache inside of me. I wanted to at least hold her. Tightly tucking her into my chest. Touch her maybe, just let my hands hold her face.

I muttered profanities under my breath. Why had I let myself kiss her? I should have known it would have gotten worse. So much worse.

But oh god do I want to kiss her again. Let myself get close. Press our lips together. Open our mouths. Let our tongues play and fight each other.

I ached. I ached so much. I want to make her mine. Make her love me. I want to see her be happy to see me.

But how the fuck do I do that? I'm just a stranger to her. I want to make her mine, but she doesn't know who I fucking am.

I sighed again. I let my mind wander to her crime shows. To the screams of her friends or admirers. I felt jealous that her attention wasn't on me solely. That it was constantly torn to something else.

I wondered what her reaction to seeing me would be. To kissing her. To making love to her.

I grunted at the hunger for her again. Then I smiled to myself.

One day. One day, you'll be mine forever.

Rose.