Jessa, Jessa, Jessa. What’s my favorite girl doing today?
Pulling out my cell phone, I let myself sink into the buttery leather of my chair, my fingers deftly scrolling to the app in question. At this moment, I’ve never been more appreciative of the airport’s VIP lounge and the privacy it offers.
It’s been a hellish month and I could sure use a fix of caramel skin and luscious tits to keep me sane. I’ve been holed up in Colorado for the past couple of weeks, without so much as one available female in sight. To say that my dick is at risk of shriveling up and leaving me would be an understatement.
Yes, it was a sacrifice I’d willingly take on all over again because family is everything and my brothers needed me. But holy hell, am I ever glad to be going back home.
Miami is the exact opposite of Loveland, Colorado, and I plan on taking full advantage of that as soon as the plane’s wheels hit the ground. But first, I need a hit of my girl.
I scoff. My girl. There’s no such thing. Like I told my brothers, I’ll never settle down. Love isn’t for me, and the closest thing I’ll ever come to it is this camgirl on OnlyFriends.
Well, she’s not really a camgirl. Bingo. My eyes land on her profile, her haunting eyes the first thing that drew me to her. They’re somewhere between an aqua green and pale silver, but they shine so brightly against the dark caramel of her skin. It’s the most stunning pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.
I found her on one of the many restless nights up at the ranch. She was on a suggested account on my social media. I tapped the profile, unable to resist her photo and instantly, I was hypnotized by the many pics she’d posted, all covering the important bits but showing enough skin to let the imagination wander. And man, did my imagination wander.
It was then I noticed the link in her bio, and equal parts of jealousy and lust clouded my vision as I pushed through to the site she’d connected—an OnlyFriends account.
To my utter horror yet relief, she wasn’t sharing videos of herself with another man, but she was doing something that I wasn’t sure was much better. This little tease was getting herself off in the most innocent ways, all with no penetration.
Why, one might ask. And that’s the part that had the horror setting in. My girl wasn’t showing anyone or anything sliding into that tight cunt of hers because she was auctioning that privilege off.
Two months. Two months left of her teasing men. Driving them to bid higher and higher for the pleasure of taking that ripe cherry. Something I’ll never allow myself to do.
I might want to taste her, savoring her essence like the finest of liqueurs, but I would never be her first. Women form a bond with that person, whether or not they like to admit it, and I have no intention of tying myself to any woman any time soon. Regardless of how arresting their eyes are.
Still, it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing, and that’s just what I plan on doing until my jet arrives. Well, it was until I caught sight of the approaching woman.
She has the same naturally bronzed skin as Jessa’s, though not as supple. This woman seems to be in her forties, but she’s stunning nonetheless. And to my luck, her eyes are this pale jade color. Not as bright as Jessa’s, but definitely noteworthy.
Shit. Here I was about to play out a fantasy in my head when there’s a more than willing woman sitting next to me, her come fuck me eyes in full effect, letting me know she’s ready to warm my bed.
“Hey, handsome. Looking for some company?” She trails a hand up my arm, her bright red nails not something Jessa would ever wear, but beggars can’t be choosers. She’s as close to the girl I’ve been obsessing over for the past month and I’m not about to look this gift horse in the mouth.
Licking my lips, I give her a once over and come to terms with my decision. I’m taking this lady good and hard, and I’ll be thinking of my girl during every minute of it. “Sure, sweetheart. Why don’t you come here and sit on Daddy’s lap.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, having succeeded at her objective. Knowing that she’s getting hers only serves to dim my guilt just a bit, and as she settles her fine ass onto my lap, I pray for absolution.
To whom and for what, I have no fucking clue.
Jessa isn’t my girl. She doesn’t even know who I am. I shouldn’t feel ashamed.
Hell, this lady gets to come at least twice, and I get to play out my fantasy of fucking Jessa. Win-win, right? But if it were that simple, then why do I feel the way I do? Like there’s a cement block attached to my legs, and if I’m not careful, that fucker will drown me.
