23
EDEN
The water was scalding, just the way I liked it, steam rising in thick, wet clouds that clung to the tiles like a second skin.
My cock was already leaking, pre-cum slick and glistening, begging for attention as I leaned against the shower wall, my breath hitching with every throb of my dick.
Fuck, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
Alana.
Her name alone was enough to make me twitch, my hand instinctively wrapping around my shaft, grip tight, possessive, like I was claiming her in some twisted fantasy.
I squeezed harder, my thumb brushing over the swollen head, spreading my pre-cum down my length. My hips jerked, fucking into my fist, imagining it was her tight, wet pussy instead.
Jesus Christ, Alana.
Her curves haunted me—her hips wide and soft, begging to be gripped, her tits fucking massive, spilling out of whatever bra she wore, nipples hard and teasing through the fabric. I could picture her now, those thick thighs spread wide, her pussyglistening, the way her body would move as I pounded into her ruthlessly.
My hand moved faster, the water dripping over me, my cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
I could almost feel her hands on me, her nails digging into my back as she begged for more, her voice thick with lust. I groaned, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, imagining the way her tits would bounce as she rode me, those heavy, perfect tits I wanted to suck and bite until she screamed.
“Fuck, Alana,” I muttered under my breath, my voice ragged, my cock aching now, desperate for release.
I tightened my grip, my other hand sliding down to cup my balls, rolling them roughly, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
I wanted her so bad it hurt, wanted to bury my face between her legs, tasting her, fucking her with my tongue until she came all over me, her pussy clenching around me as she screamed my name.
The water was beating down on me now, drowning out the sound of my ragged breaths, but nothing could drown out the image of her in my head. Her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep, her tongue swirling around the head, her eyes locked on mine as she swallowed every fucking inch.
I could feel it building, my balls drawing up tight, ready to explode. I was so close, so fucking close.
I let out a guttural moan, my body jerking once, twice, as three thick ropes of cum shot from my cock. They smacked against the tiles, hot and sticky, before being washed away with the water.
Panting, sweating, I let go of my dick and leaned my forehead against the cool tiles, trying to catch my breath. But even as the aftershocks of my orgasm faded away, all I could think about was Alana.
And how much I wanted her.
It took me a moment to come back to reality. I stayed exactly where I was, forehead pressed against the cool tile, eyes shut tight because the second I opened them, I’d have to face it.
The truth.
That I was alone in my shower and Alana hadn’t been here. Alana was just a fantasy.
I was losing my goddamn sanity. There was no other possible explanation for this insanity.
What the fuck was happening to me?
I wasn’t just toeing the line of our whatever kind of relationship we had anymore, I’d sprinted across it, full speed, like a fucking idiot with no sense of self-control.
My fists curled against the wall as heat prickled beneath my skin, and it wasn’t from the water.
How had I let it get this far?
How could I have been so stupid?
It was one thing to find her attractive. Who wouldn’t?
