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She cuts her eyes at me. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I control my laughter but can't stop the grin that's spreading across my face. I finally sober, and my smile leaves my face when I realize this girl is way out of my league. She's probably an heiress or something whereas I'm a felon. She's doing this job as charity work just for fun, whereas I'm scraping by to get back on my feet and make ends meet.
We're from two different worlds.
I take the imitative to open her door for her and wait until she gets in before I close it softly behind her. "See you tomorrow, Jennifer."
"Until tomorrow, Nicholas," she bats my full name back at me, and I'm grinning again. God, she's fun. Full of wit and sass.
My heart drops down to my stomach. But, I’m a felon and she’s a princess.
It could never work out.
* * *
My head might know that, but my body is another story. I dream of ruby red lips, long, blonde hair, and emerald eyes all night. I have her body clasped tightly to me as I drive into her over and over again, her green eyes sparkling up at me and her mouth open in a little "o" as she arches her back like a kitten and accepts everything I give her.
I wake up in a sweat, my cock hard as a rock. I lay there, my chest heaving, visions of my dream dancing throughout my head.
Oh, fuck it. There's no way I can go back to sleep now, not without taking care of my erection.
I begin to stroke my length with my hand, a poor substitute for the body my cock desperately wishes it was in. I imagine how hot and tight her pussy would be wrapped around my pulsing staff, her arms wrapped around my neck. Oh Jesus, her pert little tits topped with nipples like berries, ripe for the sucking.
I increase my strokes. I haven't even been jacking off for two minutes, and I'm already going to come, the visions my mind conjures enough to send me quickly over the edge.
"Jenny!" I give a hoarse shout of her name as I grunt my release, thick, sticky ropes shooting up out of my engorged cock.
I lay there spent and limp afterward, frowning. My body might be momentarily sated, but I'm still restless and aching.
Beating off is only a temporary fix. It still doesn't take away this need for her.
I try to go back to sleep, but I can't. My head is still filled with images of green eyes and blonde hair.
And my fucking cock is getting hard again.
I glare down at the offending body part and then finally get out of bed to go clean myself up.
It's early as fuck. The sun isn't even up yet, but it's obvious I'm not going to be getting any more rest, so I throw on my jogging pants and hit the streets for a morning run.
Maybe exercising will help get my body and mind under control.
Because at the moment, all it's filled with is a certain little elvin princess, and I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about it.
