Page 33 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
There’s onlyone thing I have to do.
I have to get rid of this fucking erection. I’ve been seconds away from cumming all night and I can’t wait one more minute.
Seriously, this waiting is getting fucking ridiculous. I’m sure you’re getting annoyed too, baby.
She was so close to me. I felt her body against mine, and I still smell her scent on me. It’s fucking killing me. I know how she tastes, how it feels to kiss her and how her damn perfect ass feels as I squeeze it. That alone almost broke me. And, it’ll be forever engrained in my mind.
I can’t think of anything else.
To make matters worse, I can’t stop hearing her giggle, her moan; all I hear is her voice. It’s on replay like a hit song on a radio station. It’s constantly fucking there.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to blast a load larger than a fucking humpback whale at this point. I mean, we all know that if your erections last longer than four hours, you should seek medical assistance, but this one, this one needs a more personal touch.
I need a fucking release, not a check-up.
I’d prefer to have her tight little pussy assisting my condition, with those legs wrapped around my neck and those heels searing into my back.
But I guess I’ll settle for what’s readily available.
I head into my apartment and head straight to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and turning the shower on scolding hot. I don’t do that cold shower shit. This is going to be good, not fucking painful.
I’m about to walk into the shower—yes, I have a walk-in shower—when I hear my phone buzz. I quickly glance at it, planning to ignore it, but I see her name.
I swear, it’s like she knows what I’m about to do; jerk off to the taste of her—just in case you weren’t sure, baby.
But maybe, this could be good. She probably misses me and wants me to finish what we started. If that’s the case, then fuck the shower, I’ll be between her legs in a heartbeat.
I swipe the screen, my nerves racing in anticipation of what’s to come. Hopefully it’s me…and her.
Already knocking at my door, huh? Guess someone couldn’t wait.
What?
I re-read it again, making sure I read it right. Who knows? In my horny haze, words could get jumbled.
It’s still the same.
I text her back.
I’m not there. I’m in my apartment. Thinking of you ??. Who is there?
Now I’m curious. Who’s knocking at her door…at this hour? And, unannounced. If it was one of her friends, they would’ve told her they were coming over beforehand. Right? And even if they didn’t, she would’ve at least texted me back saying,nevermindor some shit.
A few minutes go by and I receive nothing.
Ok, I’m getting nervous.
I’m not the one who jumps to conclusions and thinksthe worst has happened, but what can I say? I care about her. And now, I’m worrying about her.
Shit.
Ok, I don’t have time to deal with the feelings shit right now.
I turn the shower off and put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, never taking my eyes off my phone as I do.
Still nothing.
