She knew I was going to follow through with my threat if she told me to fuck off
again, and she kept doing it anyways. And that tells me that my little mouse can’t
control how she really feels. This means that whatever she feels, it’s fucking
addicting.
She fought me so hard initially, her anger and ire only turning my blood to molten
lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought against the confines of
my jeans.
I wanted so badly to release the zipper and plunge myself deep inside that sweet
little pussy. I was close—too fucking close to doing it. Once those cries of pleasure
reached my ears, and she gripped me in her hold, shamelessly grinding against
my face—I was nearly done for.
The only thing that stopped me was the look on her face.
When she was coming on my face, she was unashamed. But as soon as the
orgasm drained from her body and the kiss was no longer consuming us, she felt
nothing but shame.
It’s going to take time, I remind myself.
I crack my neck, releasing a shuddering breath.
I’m sitting in my Mustang, my dick still painfully pressed against my zipper. Just as
I decide to say fuck it—jacking off in a car is the least of my sins and wouldn’t be
the first fucking time—my phone blares in the console next to me.
I curl my hand into a tight fist, my muscles straining as I fight the overwhelming
urge to bash it into the fucking window.
I don’t think I’ve had blue balls like this since high school when Sarah Forton
jacked me off in the locker room. It was the first time a girl touched my dick, and I
didn’t even get to finish because Coach walked in before I could shoot my load off
on her pretty tits.
I snatch up the phone and bring it to my ear without even looking. “Yeah?” I snap,
my frustration boiling to dangerous levels.
“Didn’t get laid tonight?” Jay croons through the phone, his voice laced with
mocking amusement.
I crack my neck again, growling when my muscles don’t pop and give me any
relief.
“Jay,” I growl.
I refuse to touch my dick while on the phone with him. As much as I need to
lessen the pressure, Jay’s voice would make me feel sick.
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