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That’s not working either. I think about her plump, luscious lips that she paints a wicked shade of plum. I think about what those lips would look like around my swollen cock and the color of the rings she would leave.
My hand slides down my girth watching as it swells. My balls tighten as I think about Nia on her fucking knees in this shower with me. I swear I wish that my hand were her lips. I’d love to fuck her throat until she’s hoarse for the next week. Unable to say shit but “more, please, and thank you!”
Goddamnit! I close my eyes and slowly slide my hand back and forth along my rod, watching the angry, swollen veins in them become more prominent as a bead of pre-cum reaches the tip. The more I think about that woman, the crazier I become.
I can hear her voice in my ears, her laughter around me, and her scent tickling my nose. I recall her head lying in my lap when she’d fallen asleep on the movies. She’d slumped down at a crooked angle, and as I tried to straighten her out, my only choice was to allow her head to rest on my lap.
Then she’d fucking turned her head where her mouth was facing my dick.
“Oh, fuck!” I grunt as my hand picks up speed around my shaft.
When, not if, when I get into her tight pussy I know it will take a miracle to keep me from busting a nut so soon like a fucking teenage boy.
My hips start to rock back and forth, and I plant one hand firmly against the marble tile of the shower wall. My head drops forward, and I know I’m on the verge as I imagine her sucking my rock-hard shit until I explode inside her hot mouth.
The warmth that flows over my hand from my seed spilling forth contrasts with the cold water pouring from the shower head. My body tenses, and my jaws clench as I continue to stroke my shit until I get the last drop out.
I turn the water temperature up and do a quick wash-off before I step from the shower and dry off. I just fucking masturbated like a young boy, which still isn’t enough to stifle the feeling of needing to be inside Nia.
This is exactly why I don’t do sexual affairs and relationships only.
After lying in bed for so long and tossing and turning some more, I know there’s only one other solution to guarantee that I get some rest.
I sleep in the nude, so I grab my sweatpants, a tee shirt, socks, and gym shoes to throw on.
The cold night air shocks my system, although I anticipated it before stepping one foot outside.
I look up at the beautiful, dark starry sky before gazing at the lake below the chalet. The moon’s eerie glow casts its reflection on the lake. Snow surrounds us; the only thing standing in stark contrast is the trees that appear black at night.
The entire view is picturesque and looks like an image for a computer wallpaper or a postcard.
Rubbing my hands together, I do a few stretches before I take off on a light jog. Whenever I can’t sleep at night, I usually get up and work out in my home gym. With sore muscles and a tired aching body, I normally fall into a deep sleep when I return to bed.
That’s what I’m hoping to capture tonight. Shep and his harem should be finished by the time I return. At least, that’s what I’m hoping for. If not, maybe I’ll be so tired that I can’t help but fall asleep and drown out their noises.
Other than the sounds that he, Stacey, and Kylie were making, the house was quiet when I crept out, so I’m guessing they didn’t disturb anyone but me. I’m too wired to sleep and couldn’t fall asleep amid their sexual chorus.
I’ve been jogging for almost half an hour, and my heart rate is up at a good level, my body is warm, and I’ve worked up a sweat. I’m feeling exhausted but in a good way.
I take one final loop around the lake before returning to the chalet. My thoughts return to Nia again.
My mind fills with the image of her golden bronze skin and the smattering of brown freckles across her cheeks and nose. Dark brown luminous eyes that see through to one’s soul sparkle with mischief every time I see her, and those full, plump lips that look as if they were drawn on make me want to kiss her every time I see them moving. The thought of her lips has my sweatpants tented in arousal.
God! What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s just a kid.
She’s the real reason that I can’t sleep. I’m out here jogging and trying to push thoughts of her from my mind. Hearing my brother in his room boning his women and thinking about her was about to drive me insane.
I slow my pace as I near the chalet, and by the time I come around the back of the house, I do a few more stretches. When I’m finished, I walk around to the front of the house, where the door is unlocked because I forgot my key.
“Hello,” a soft voice calls from the porch as I reach the top step.
“Shit!” I say, startled by her presence.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she replies softly.
She’s curled up on the porch swing with a large baby blue blanket wrapped around her. Her eyes are wide and watchful, her energy restless but hungry. This is the first time we’ve been alone together since my proposition.
“What’re you doing out here in the cold?”
