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12
Weston
Icouldn’t escape fast enough.
I stumbled into my room, slamming the door closed. My chest rose fast and hard, aching. My heavy pants were barely controlled. I had no idea how the fuck I’d been able to keep it together.
Truly, I couldn’t believe I’d even gone there with her.
Sure, I’d made up some excuse, but I hadn’t thought that she’d agree. My brain had just short-circuited at the words coming out of her mouth. That August had fucked her up bad enough to think that she couldn’t orgasm. Not that he hadn’t wanted to spend the time getting to know her body and do the work to get her there.
I couldn’t see straight.
I’d just wanted to get her off. Right then and there.
Forget the conversation I’d had with Whitt where I’d decided to let her go. That had fucked everything up. No way could I let it stand.
Then, she’d come all over my fingers, her face open and flush with desire after the orgasm. It had taken everything in me not to flip her over and bury my cock balls deep into her.
I’d gotten her worked up. I’d wanted to finish what I’d started.
But I couldn’t.
A teachable fucking moment.
Holy fuck. What a load of shit.
And she’d not only gone along with it; she’d practically been eager. Her body had responded like a fucking instrument as I plucked the chords. The sounds of her coming had been the chorus to a beautiful fucking song.
I still had the smell of her on my fingers. The sound of her orgasm in my ears. The heat of her skin against my palm.
Fucking fuck, fuck. I was screwed. How did I come back from this?
I palmed my erection through the material of my sweatpants. I’d thrown them on with loose boxers when I got home. Big mistake. I was hard as a rock, and she would have to be blind to not have seen it. Fuck. God, I needed to do something about this. A cold shower. Yes, that was what I needed.
I burst into the bathroom, cursing myself for giving her the room with the en suite bathroom. I had to slink back down the hall and inside. Luckily, I didn’t run into her before I got inside, turned the water on, and shucked off my clothes.
My body was still hyped from getting her off. I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she’d responded so easily to all my commands. The first touch of me slicking my way through her folds. How she’d already been wet just from me touching her.
I groaned. “Fuck it.”
I switched the water to boiling, and when it was ready, I got inside and let the hot water cascade down my back. I was utterly fucked. I was never going to be able to get her out of my system. I’d thought it was bad when she was crawling around on the ground, talking about sucking cock. Now that I’d gotten her to come, there was no hope.
“Fucking fuck.”
With a sigh of relief, I palmed my cock in my hand. I shouldn’t jack off. I didn’t deserve to feel anything after this. I needed to escape her. And yet I couldn’t. I was already regretting that I was washing the smell of her from my hand.
I wasn’t gentle as I jerked my cock up and down. I tugged on it forcefully, achingly. I wanted the torment as I imagined what it would feel like if this was her pussy instead of my hand. God, even if it was just her wet mouth around me.
She’d mentioned sucking cock. I could fill her right up, grab her hair, thrust into her mouth like I owned it. I could own her. Every inch of her. Every hole. It was a torment to even think about how she’d react to taking my cock in her mouth.
I slammed a hand against the shower wall, feeling the first prick of orgasm up my spine. I was close. Of course I was fucking close. I’d never come in my pants, just from fingering her.
But if it were her pussy. Dear fucking God. She’d been so fucking tight. So fucking wet. I could spread her lips and sink inch after inch into her, take what I wanted so badly.
I came in long spurts to the image of her coming on my fingers. I coated the glossy white shower wall with my come until I was fully spent. Then, I bent forward at the waist, breathing harshly.
“Fuck,” I groaned again.
I was fucked.
