Page 13 of All My Love
I can’t help it. I have to get this out of my system, and then I can spend the rest of the week keeping her at a safe distance. A respectful distance, a distance like the one I maintained earlier when I saw her giving her phone number to some other guy. And I think of him assome other guy, yes, because her primary focus, herman, should beme.
A heated possessiveness spreads out inside my chest when I think about her with someone else, and the feeling is so hot inside me that I have to push it away. I think I might lose my damn mind if I keep thinking about her with someone else, so I focus on her only. On her lips, a pretty pink bow that would open up for my cock, lick me from root to tip and follow the ministrations of her hand as she strokes me. I gulp and hide a groan, again, when I grind my tight fist up from the base of my cock to the tip, where big peals of come are gathering. I think about her down on her knees with my hands laced behind her head, and I know I would instinctively close my eyes to keep myself from coming too soon. I know that if I looked down at what she was doing to me I wouldn’t be able to last forher.
And I’d want to. I’d want to last for her. A woman like that needs to be fucked properly, by someone who knows what the hell he’s doing. By me. I could handle her. I could take on every one of her needs and I’d make her feel so good that she would be goddamn addicted to me. She’d never have eyes for anyone ever again. I’d come home from the university every day and she’d be here, in my bed, waiting for me wearing nothing but white silk and lace panties, no bra, her perky little tits tipped with red raspberry nipples, and myring.
With that last thought, I seamlessly shift my focus to taking her by the waist and bringing her only my lap, piercing up through her tight, wet pussy, and flipping her over so I could put her ankles over my shoulder. I lose control when I imagine her saying my name, begging me to fuck her, her skin flushed and her fingers manic, cruising through my hair and pulling me close. I go off instantly when in my mind I sear my lips to hers and empty myself deep insideher.
I collapse backwards onto my bed when my release is spent, but there’s no resolution. I plow my left hand through my hair, the right still gripped around mycock.
Fuck. There’s no other option but for me to stay the hell away from her. Deny myself. Because indulging in the fantasy, I see now, is not going towork.
The resolution I sought is nothing but a phantom. I’m going to have to erect a goddamn brick wall between me and Elizabeth if I’m going to get out of thisalive.
Unless I let her be the death of mefirst.
