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Maybe I could.
I picture her face in my mind, the pale skin, the freckles coating her cheeks, her bright green eyes.
But then my dick softens. My erection seems to quell, the urge gone. Picturing Lainey killed my mood.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, tugging my dick hard as I glare at it, willing it to go back to full mast. “Are you fucking broken? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I squeeze it hard, harder than is nice and pleasurable, hard enough to fucking hurt.
“Just work you worthless fucking mole rat!” I snarl, and then there’s a noise from Nora in the bedroom, and I dart through, my dick free swinging as my pants lower from my knees to my ankles with the awkward shuffling that I’m doing.
If she wakes up now, I’m going to kill her. I’ll have no choice. Nobody can see me in this state and survive.
But it seemed she did wake up, even just briefly, because she’s taken off her pants and snuggled under the covers properly.
The issue? She’s on my side of the fucking bed, pressing her face into my pillow.
Fucking hell. I can’t have anything.
If it weren’t for her fever, I’d be tossing her out on her fucking ass.
Literally.
I walk back into the bathroom, continuing with the awkward penguin shuffle as I try to keep my pants on. I palm my dick and just think about Nora in my bed, wearing nothing but panties and a t-shirt… my dick twitches.
“How fucking dare you,” I say, glaring at it. “You turn yourself on to the thought of a witch? Not your beautiful mate, but a manipulative woman who has wormed her way into your bed?”
I start jerking myself, pulling at my dick, in a way that I can’t tell whether I love or hate.
But my cock seems to like it, getting harder and harder, until it’s so fucking erect I can barely stand it.
“You can’t get off to Lainey, but Nora’s tight body does it for you? She’s got no fucking tits, no fucking meat on her,” I hiss, my words struggling to come out as pleasure makes my knees weak.
I continue jerking myself off with my left hand, propping myself up with my right, my actions turning less about hatred for my cock, and more about reaching that ultimate pleasure.
Up and down, tight and fast, as I chase the ecstasy that I never realised I was missing.
“Nora’s weak. Tiny. Vulnerable,” I snarl, reminding myself why I don’t like her. Why I can never have her. She’s so much more breakable than Lainey ever was.
And look what happened to her.
But imagining the ways I can protect her, care for her, love on her. Fuck.
I scream out as I release a tidal wave of cum, most of it landing in the toilet, but some going on my hands, and a drop or two even hits the seat.
My legs are shaking as I let out a guttural sound.
Holy fucking shit.
It seems I was wrong. Nora might actually be my type.
I wipe my hands with the toilet roll, take a piss, and head through to bed with Nora. I don’t wash my hands, wanting her to scent the semen.
To know what she did.
To know what she gave me.
I cuddle her in close, and sleep overtakes me so fucking quickly.
