Or for fingering her in the shower.
Fucking hell, what was I thinking?
Rolling over, I punch the pillow several times and thrust my face into the dent left by my fist, forcing my mind to empty.
As always, Aerin lingers.
In a flash, I’m back in that bathroom with her gorgeous body rolling like a wave as she fingers herself with drunken accuracy. Every detail is etched into my mind like a fine work of art.
Her fluttering eyelashes, her red lips curved into the perfect O, her chest heaving as she panted around her pleasure.
Her large breasts caressed by droplets of water, her wide hips teasing me with the spread of her thighs. Every detail of her was perfect and I was weak.
I couldn’t hold back.
Curling my hand into a fist, my mind surges with the memory of her hot, silky pussy clamping down around my fingers.
Her moans ring in my ears as if she’s right next to me in bed, and the intensity of her gaze when our eyes met sends a wave of heat right down to my cock.
Shit.
I’m hard.
Barely ten seconds of picturing her and I’m so hard my balls ache and my shaft throbs against the bed sheets.
What would have happened if I’d fucked her instead of helping her?
She was spread out like a divine gift for me, and she clearly wanted me.
Otherwise, she would have shoved me away immediately. What if I’d just given in?
What if I gave in now?
My cock throbs as the fantasy pours through my mind like a waterfall.
Kicking down her door and telling her that she’s far too good for me, that she deserves someone better and whole, someone who isn’t held together by anger…then kissing her anyway.
Her lips, plush and soft against mine, are the most addicting thing I’ve ever tasted, and she’s given me the briefest of tasters.
I’d kiss her harder and I wouldn’t stop. I’d run my fingers through her hair and caress her neck, shove her down on the bed and tear off her clothes to admire every inch of her soft, curvy body.
I’d shove my face in her giant tits and tease her pink nipples until they were red and swollen from my tongue and she was begging for more.
But I wouldn’t give it to her until I’d kissed her breathless and teased her until her pussy was soaked.
It’s not hard to imagine what her cunt would feel like around my cock as I take myself in hand and grunt into my pillow.
It’s a poor substitute, but with enough focus my rough palm becomes her hot, soaked cunt in my mind.
My pillow becomes her breasts, and the covers over my back morph into her arms clutching at me as I fuck her harder and faster.
I want to fuck her so hard that sound jolts out of her.
I want every breath to be laced with a moan, want her fingernail to tear into my back and scratch me up as pleasure consumes her.
I’ll fuck so deep into her that her pussy will mold to me and no one else will ever compare.
I’ll fuck her until she can’t walk, until her pussy is hot and throbbing, until her mouth is permanently open because I don’t give her enough time to breathe.
