Page 79 of Accidental Husband
If this is what it takes—
If dragging her to the limo, pinning her to the seat, and—
No. This isn't some altruistic act.
It's not being a good friend.
It's my cock making very dirty demands.
"I don't need help masturbating, you know." She stops at the lingerie display. Eyes a scrap of black lace. "I, um, have a lot of practice."
"Me too."
Her eyes meet mine. Her cheeks flush. "Really?"
I hold her gaze. Try to figure out if she's asking me to speed up or slow down. I'm not sure, so I go with my gut. Not that is has much of a say at the moment. My cock is steering the show. "Yeah."
"But you're a slut."
"So?"
"Where do you find the… stamina?" Her blush spreads to her chest.
My balls tighten. I need to fuck her. I really do. But that's going to change everything. It could ruin everything. She could wake up tomorrow, realize she can't stay friends with me, disappear.
I can't lose her.
Whatever happens, I can't lose her.
"Griff?" She moves closer. Until she's close enough to whisper. "How often do you come?"
"On average?" My fingers brush her hip.
"Yeah." She shudders from my touch.
"A few times a day if I'm with someone. Once if I'm not."
"Every day?"
"Don't have time to fuck someone every day," I say.
"Only most days?"
I nod.
"And when you do… you go all night?" Her breath is heavy. Needy.
"Yeah." I brush her hair behind her ear.
"Oh." Her chest heaves with her inhale. "And you do? With the same woman?"
"Don't really want to talk about other women right now."
"Oh."
"Come on." I swallow the declaration that rises up in my throat.I want to talk about you. About you coming on my face. "Let's find you something."
"I'm looking at things."
