I didn’t even bother kicking everyone out of the house. That would imply I had my shit together, which I most certainly did not.
I simply locked myself in the master bedroom, launched into the shower, and turned the handle to the coldest temperature.
Didn’t work.
I braced my hand over the tiles, fisting my engorged cock. It throbbed, pre-cum leaking from the crown.
Drip, drip, drip.
So hot and heavy that it turned purple.
Don’t jerk off.
Have a shred of self-control.
You are breaking all your rules.
But I couldn’t get the vision out of my head. Of her glistening pink pussy, so tight and pretty, like a half-bloomed rose, dripping for me.
Waiting for me to take it.
Fuck.
I grabbed my cock by the root, squeezed it hard, and began moving my fist back and forth, gaining speed as the pressure in my balls intensified.
The way she dripped for me.
The way she arched her back.
The way she had my cigar holder in her pussy.
Heat swirled in my stomach, and I came within seconds. The fastest I’d ever come. Jetting further than I’d thought possible.
Thick, hot cum painted my tiles.
I imagined it on her ass, dipping a finger into the pool of it, smearing myself all over her cheeks. Writing my name on her smooth skin in pearly white.
I shut off the water, staggered backward, and pressed my head against the tiles, closing my eyes.
Everything was changing.
Including me.
