Chapter 4 1/2

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T/W - y'all this is literally just masturbation and It doesn't really chance the plot line so feel very free to skip if you want

George's POV

   I tossed and turned in my bed, but I couldn't seem to get the image of Sapnap out of my mind, plus my growing boner didnt help much of anything.

   I sighed and sat up, turning on the lamp next to me. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table I quickly turned it on, the picture of Nick still opened. I tapped on the screen to see that Dream had tagged him and went to his profile.

   To my amazement, and relief there were plenty of picture of him shirtless, and wearing his regular gray sweatpants, showing an outline of his cock. As I scrolled through the pictures, taking my time looking at each one, I found on of him in a pair of particularly tight pants. They clung to his legs perfectly, and left little to the imagination to what was in between. I could just imagine how big he was.

   I remembered the way he looked at me today, practically devouring me with his gaze after I'd tried on the dress. His possessive look when the stranger made fun of me, carrying it on his face even in the car when he told me why he protected me.

   I was embarrassed to say the least. Getting so turned on from just a picture of the man I hated. Looking down at the erection straining in my boxers, I felt a heavy blush sweep across my cheeks. I reached my hand to palm myself and let out a low groan. No one had to know. No one ever had to know that I touched myself thinking about him.

   Biting my lip, I pushed my hips off my bed and slid off the restraints, my cock sprung out already completely hard just by my thoughts. I started to stroke myself wishing it was Nick's hand. His big calloused hands engulfing my cock. Stroking slowly, teasingly before he'd bend his head down and take it in his mouth.

   Slowly I reached over to my nightstand, opening it and stumbling through the contents to take out my still mostly full bottle of lube and the toy hidden deeper inside. I took no time to lube up my fingers and stuck one inside. I whimpered softly and quickly worked my way up to three fingers. I stretched myself out trying to get ready for the toy. But then I remembered Sapnaps hands, so much bigger than mine. His thick fingers would stretch more than mine. I slowly stuck in a fourth finger clenching around the stretch. But it felt so good. I moved my hand quickly, just the way I'd want him to do.

   I really wanted Sapnaps cock, feel how big he is and feel him deep inside me. I pulled out my fingers and sat up. Positioning the toy beneath me I pressed the tip to my entrance and slowly sunk down, a loud groan emitting from my lips. I quickly shoved a hand over my mouth hoping my mom didn't hear me. The toy stretched me out so well and I could only imagine Nick underneath me. His hand on my hips, guiding me slowly up and down his cock, watching me with a dark gaze as I rode him. Nothing in the world other than him could satisfy me.

   And I thought about what he'd sad earlier, how he left the degrading for the bedroom. I could almost hear him calling me a slut. He'd growl in my ear telling me how pathetic I was that i was such a whore for him. And it was true, god I wanted him more thanks ever realised.

   I bounced up and down the toy as fast as I could. Chasing my release and wishing my fantasies were real, needing to feel Sapnaps cum inside me. I used my hand to imagine him stroking me, fast, in pace with his cock slamming in me, asking me to cum all over his cock like the slut I am. I slammed down on the toy one more time, hitting my prostate and cumming right then, thick ropes of white painting my hand and bedsheets. I kept moving to ride out my high then collapsing on my bed, letting the toy slip out.

   A few minutes of my chest heaving in heavy pants later, I shot up out of bed. Did I really just do that? Did I really just masturbate to the thought of someone i hated? But I shook my head, I had to clean up and get some sleep. Regret and disgust could come in the morning.

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