I turn my head to the sleeping blonde.
I need to get away from this woman. She’s fucking with my head.
I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the door that’s ajar. Once in the hallway, I make a beeline for my bedroom and stagger toward the bathroom. I enter and close the door behind me with the heel of my foot as my hand pulls at the string of my sweatpants. In a mad rush, I lower them along with my boxer briefs. I groan as my erection springs free.
I’m seconds away from losing my shit.
I step into the shower, play around with the setting, turn my back to the jet, and allow the hot water to splash all over me.
I fist my cock and stroke it a few times before jacking myselfhard and fast.
My sexy roommate sleeping in my guestroom is the only thing I have on my mind as my hand pumps my meaty cock.
I flash back to last night’s near kiss.
The unmistakable lust I read in her eyes acted like rocket fuel shooting through my veins. I was a breath away from finding out what she tastes like.
Why the fuck was I thanking A. Monte Cristo?
I curse the asshole for robbing me from fulfilling the fantasy I’ve held since meeting the blonde bombshell.
I clench my teeth each time my hand slides over my tip.
I’ve been neglecting my cock for too long.
With my other hand, I cup my balls and squeeze. “Christ.”
A hedonistic image flashes in front of me.
Harley on her knees with her hands wrapped around my balls as I deep throat her, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to adjust to my size.
That woman’s mouth is a temptation that’s impossible to resist.
Kissing her would have been my undoing, but having those plump lips sucking me off would be the end of me.
Good thing neither of those things will happen.
I let out a low grunt as I slow my cadence so I can take extra time to stroke my tip before I slide to the base again. My head lolls back.
“Harley…”
I lower my gaze as I pump up and down my girth.
Fuck, I’d give anything to taste her other set of lips.
Her coming undone all over my tongue would be a transcendental experience. I’m certain of it.
I stroke my cock faster.
Would your pretty little pussy squirt for me, Harley?
I hope so. I’d want nothing more than to lap at her juices, careful not to waste one drop.
My hand pumps up and down my cock in a frantic rhythm.
With each stroke, my control is slipping away.
I pick up the pace, thrusting hard into my hand.
