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But it was late, and I had an early flight tomorrow morning. No pussy for me tonight. Turning my neck left and right, I tried to release the tension there. My skin prickled with the need to hit something and fuck someone. Ride her hard and rough—fuck both of us into a coma so I could get the thought of my brother’s wife out of my head.
I got into the water and turned the water to cold, letting it seep into my bones until I was shivering and almost blue. It felt like even my teeth were shivering. After my mind started to numb with my body, I turned the water to hot.
It was painful and practically suicide but exactly what I needed.
My body started to hurt. It felt like my skin was being scratched raw, but I bore with it. The pain helped me clear my fucked-up mind.
When my body was warm enough and no longer hurting, I sagged against the shower wall and just closed my eyes.
My head was hurting like a son of a bitch, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to escape here. I wanted to escape seeing Alessio and Ayla together.
They were happy, and I really was fucking happy for them. No one deserved happiness more than these two. And they belonged together. They were one. Fated and all that shit.
Yet the small part of me that was hurting every time, I couldn’t stop it. The Devil flicking his tail and laughing on my shoulder wasn’t any help, either.
I needed some kind of relief…and I knew full well how to find it.
No pretty pussy…then my hand gotta do. It wasn’t the same, but the only substitute I got.
I needed to come, find some fucked-up kind of relief, and then sleep for a century. Yup, that plan sounded much better than me sulking after someone who was forbidden to me.
I quickly soaped up my body, and my hand drifted down my dick. I stroked myself once, twice, and my cock jerked as I put more pressure. It wasn’t enough.
I fisted my cock tight, pumping my length hard. The water continued to cascade around me, giving me the right lubrication. My hand glided around my dick easily, and I almost hissed when the pressure became worse.
I leaned my forehead against the wall, my breathing getting heavier with each second. I closed my eyes and knew who would be appearing in my fantasy.
But instead of seeing black hair and green eyes, I was surprised to see someone else.
Eyes that looked beautifully haunted and blonde hair so smooth, almost silky.
What the fuck?
My eyes snapped opened, and my hardness jerked in my fist, pre-cum covering the tip, and my balls grew tight between my legs.
I pumped my throbbing dick harder, and the ache intensified with the desperate need to come. Closing my eyes again, the vision of the beautiful nun still didn’t escape me.
I was assaulted with every image of her. It was a sudden change. From Ayla to an image of the exotic, mute nun.
Confused, I rubbed my cock harder and let my body mix with the pleasure of what my mind was conjuring.
I imagined her lying down on the bed. My hands slowly removing the ugly long dress covering her body. I would be undressing her—prepare her for every one of my sinful thoughts.
She was a nun made for sinning, and I would gladly take it.
I imagined how she would be naked, pale, beautiful, rosy as she would blush—just beautiful. When I had seen her, her body had been fully covered. Only her head was visible.
But that was the thing about imagination. You could turn it into anything you wanted.
And that was exactly what I did. In my head, I undressed her so that instead of a fucking nun, she was laid bare—ready for my cock.
The idea of her being forbidden, covered and shielded away from my gaze, made me want her more. The idea of jerking my cock off for the mute forbidden girl did strange things to my head and apparently, my dick, because it obviously fucking liked that.
Behind my closed eyes, her naked body laid in front of me, and I pushed my knees between her legs, spreading her wide for my eyes. Her pretty cunt glistened with her need, her wetness coating every inch of her labia and her pussy lips.
I imagined thrusting two fingers into her needy pussy, and she would be weeping for me, dripping with wetness, and only I would be able to satisfy her. Her face would twist in pain because of how tight she would be and then her expression—it turned into pleasure.
I wouldn’t be able to hear her moans, but the look on her face would be enough. I jerked my cock faster now. My legs shook, and I pressed against the wall.
