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One woman was not going to make me break. I was headstrong. Determined to stay resilient.
If I closed my eyes, I’d imagine her twisted in her sheets. If I kept my eyes open, the darkness was a perfect canvas to paint an equalized haunting picture.
Deciding to get rid of the problem altogether, I clutched the pillow she’d given me. Prepared to throw it in the darkness, I hesitated.
Marco Franzollidoes nothesitate.
My will was not as strong as I thought it was. I lasted all but a minute before undoing my pants. Unless I wanted to wake the woman with my rapidly growing frustrations, I had to find some relief.
Even after wrapping my hand around my cock and giving myself a punishing squeeze, I refused to acknowledge the truth.
Frankie Lawerence was not special. She was just a woman who trusted a no-good deserving man like myself. A passing face I’d forget in a day or two.
I didnotwant her.
Whether my eyes were open or closed, it didn’t matter. The beauty plagued my thoughts. Remembering how her body felt straddling me earlier was enough material to get me off.
Grunting and groaning, I stroked myself to the haunting imagery. Furiously jerking myself off to the unknowing woman, I fought to get her out of my system. Even after I felt my hot release seep down my knuckles, it wasn’t enough. Her existence had grown permanent in my mind.
If anything, I realized I’d made it worse for myself. Now I simply wanted the real thing. As if a woman like her could even grace me with anything more than a smile.
While I caught my breath, I used one of the disinfectant wipes from the first aid kit to clean myself up. Feeling disgusted, I tucked my spent cock away.
Unless I wanted to risk starting a nasty habit, I needed to solve the puzzle of my target and get the fuck out of these woods.
Eyes adjusted to the dark, I stared hard at the chain wrapped around my arm. Even though she’d wrapped it more loosely, I couldn’t slip out. Eyeing the lock next, I snorted. It was cheap. One that could easily pop open if I hit it with enough force.
While I waited for the perfect moment to strike, I searched for something to whack the lock with.
The best thing within my reach was a lamp. With a wooden base,maybeit could do the trick. If not, Frankie would be waking to a broken lamp without an explanation.
With only one chance to get this right, I slammed the base down with enough force to make the wood crack.
As expected, the lock popped open.
Setting the lamp back to where I found it, I waited. The sound was loud, I couldn’t deny that. I planned on blaming the lamp. I knocked it over or something.
When hearing no movement, I released myself of my bindings. Before I did anything, I stalked my way down the hall. Stopping at her bedroom, I cracked open her door and looked inside.
Frankie was tangled in her blankets, snoring away. The woman was dead to the world. Light sleeper my ass.
Without thinking, I slipped inside her room.
I should have kept my distance, clearly. Today was the day I chose not to use my brain. If she woke up, it would be game over. Escaping would be pointless and if she was smart, she’d have slept with my gun in her hand.
The floor creaked beneath my heavy weight. Each step brought me closer and closer to my very own doom.
Approaching her bed, I stood close enough to get a better view.
Hair the color of darkness, I followed the thick chunk that ran across her pale neck. With her eyes closed, I missed the opportunity to see the green color up close. What a shame.
Her hands were empty, much to my dismay. The woman did not have the natural instinct to save her life.
There was something about the woman that drew me close. Made it hard to focus on the task at hand. I needed to reel back and get my head back onto my shoulders.
Curling my fingers at my side, I fought the urge to reach out and graze her flushed cheek.
Sighing softly at my own discovered weakness, I ignored the urge to slide underneath her covers. I needed to be strong
