Page 26 of His Haunted Desire
I reach down, wrap my hand around my aching shaft. I’m not going to be able to focus if I’m forced to walk around with a hard-on distracting me.
Stroking my soaked hand from my tingling tip to its engorged base, I remember the kiss. Only this time, I alter it. I imagine that I pushed her onto the bed and tore off her underwear. Revealed her needy pussy, brought myself to her entrance, and fixated my gaze on her eyes for a long moment before pushing myself inside.
“Tell me you want it,” I imagine growling.
“I want it,” she pants in my mind.
“Tell me properly.”
“Sir, sir, sir.”
With each thrust of my cock, thesirbecomes more intense, more genuine. She can pretend this is a game all she damn wants, but it’s real.
No – it’s not. Jesus Christ. I need to fucking chill.
How can I when my hand is moving furiously up and down my dick.
Hot seed floods shoot up my shaft, but I hold it back, existing in the fantasy a little while longer.
I imagine the texture and taste of her nipples as I lean down to suck them when I’m fucking her. I imagine her pussy stretching around my cock. Her moans driving me closer to the edge.
“Can I come, sir?” she moans in my mind.
I erupt. Absolutely explode. A hot stream of release hits the shower wall. My eyes are tightly closed as I claw onto the make-believe version of Aurora. She’s bouncing fast, riding my cock, pushing her plump, flawless tits together.
Finally, I stumble back, almost tripping in the shower. I’m not sure if I made any noise. I’ve never gotten so lost in a fantasy while pleasuring myself before. That was hyperreal. Like virtual reality.
I wash myself and then towel off.
When I emerge from the en-suite with a towel wrapped around my waist, Aurora pretends not to notice, rifling through her open suitcase on the bed.
“No need to be shy,” I tell her when she quickly covers her pile of underwear with a T-shirt.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I chuckle. “Sure you don’t.”
She glares at me, cheeks beautifully red. She seems far more embarrassed than she needs to be. “Good shower?” She mutters.
“It was fine, thanks.”
“Okay then.”
“I don’t remember putting ‘give me attitude’ in the contract.”
“I’ll play the part when I need to. Relax.”
“Maybe you’re getting pissed because you liked that kiss more than you want to admit.”
“That was the last time werehearse.” She turns away from me, sorting through her clothes.
Sure it was, Aurora. But I don’t say that. I’m not going to chase someone who is trying their best to reject me. Even if there is some savage part of me that wants her even more because she’s playing hard to get.
I grab some casual clothes and drop my towel.
“Are you naked right now?” Aurora practically screeches, still with her back to me.
“Turn around and find out.”
