chapter 1
PAPASANS & PRECUM
Graham
Apparently,running away only worked in the movies because Maggie Maxwell haunted every second of everygoddamn daysince I’d left. The worst part of it? She still moaned my name when she came, even though I was a thousand miles away.
And the way she spread her legs open as she leaned back into the papasan—fucking divinity in all its glory. Her fingers gently ran over her stiffened nipples, down her soft stomach, all the way to that beautiful pussy. God, she looked good—too good. Her wild, golden hair was a mess—like she’d been playing for hours. Her cheeks flushed pink, her thick thighs spread open and begging to be on my shoulders.
Fuck!
I needed her.
The heat of my arousal throbbed in my palm as I ran my thumb across the head of my pulsing cock, smearing the precum over the tip. She made me so fucking hard every time I looked at her, and it took everything inside of me not to burst right then.
My breathing steadied as I focused on her—only her, watching how she slowly teased her entrance with that purple dildo… the first toy I found of hers… the one that made her stop breathing when she saw it in my hands.
My hips jerked at the sight.
“I need something inside,” she whispered, dipping the toy in just enough.
My jaw clenched at the sound of her desperate voice, and I let out a breath as my eyes locked onto her fingers replacing the dildo—just like how she used to tease me.
I groaned deep and tightened my fist around my swollen cock. God, I was close—so…fucking… close. I almost couldn’t take it. It would have been so easy to just let go, but I wanted to ride it out. Watch her a little longer. Listen to her voice.
But those needy little noises drove me insane as I palmed my cock, pumping it like it was buried in her tight pussy until I couldn’t hold on—sweat beaded at my brow, my breaths came heavy and erratic, the heat building until?—
Maggie let out a quivering moan, and it was over. My balls drew tight and that heat… it wanted out.Now.
My eyes squeezed shut and I relaxed into the inevitable, the pleasure building as I slid long slow strokes down my cock, until I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
“Every damn time, pretty girl… every damn?—”
“I say, if you miss her that much, lad… maybe we should?—”
“FUCK!!!”
My entire body spasmed—I might’ve blacked out—and before I could do anything about it, my cum shot over my hand and onto the laptop’s screen as Silas materialized in front of me, his grape cigar smoke quickly replacing whatever memory I had left of Maggie’s shampoo.
“Goddamn it! Can you fucking knock?!”
“Never found the need.”
“I’ll find it real goddamn quick!GET OUT!” I pointed to the door, fury and embarrassment all over my face.
“Boy, someone's awfully testy in the morning.”
In a poof of green smoke he was gone. Goddamn him. He always leftbehind a cloud of his grape-tobacco smelling essence. It wasn’t awful. Just… there. And when I didn’t want company… it was too much.
“I should have left you in that motherfuckin’ lake when I had the chance! Still could, you know!” I yelled to the air.
My gaze flicked to the laptop.
“Aw—shit.” I sighed at the sight of my cum dripping down the screen while Maggie continued playing… moaning for the camera… not actually for me.
I probably shouldn’t have been watching her. Didn’t do a damn thing to help me forget what an asshole I was. Only made me want her more than ever—like an idiot—because I couldn’t stop wondering if she made these videos hoping I’d find them or if she thought of me while she did.
Goddamn it.
