The sound of her slickness is filling the compact space of the car as I force her to watch herself as she comes. She shakes and convulses as her pussy, literally, drips all over the seat, coating the leather.
"There it is, Good Girl. Always so compl...
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Lost Without U ~ Robin Thicke
Ending the call with the restaurant, I sigh in relief. I got their last table. I was so transfixed on the fact that she'd think to give me another chance, I didn't realise how close seven was. The sun is starting to set outside the glass, illuminating my home in golden hues. Just like she does. I shake my head with a smile, realising just how obsessed I've become. I choose to steer my mind from her, just for a moment, so I can focus on getting ready. It shouldn't take me too long anyway. Ever since I've chosen to grow out my beard, I save a lot of time shaving.
Grabbing my phone I shuffle my playlist and pocket it in time for Keith Sweat to start blasting through the ceiling speakers. She plagues my mind once again as I imagine her going through her hygiene routine at this very moment. Scrubbing her skin with that dove shea butter soap that she loves and I adore even more. Lifting her foot onto the bed to knead Argan oil onto her legs. I'd often jump at the chance to do it for her. She'd always end up having to take another shower after I was done making a mess of her. My dick is hardening at the memory. To distract myself, I mumble along to the lyrics as I make my way to the shower, needing to calm my racing heart.
"And who can love you like me?" I tap at the touchpad to set the water temperature before shredding my clothes and stepping into the glass. "Nobody." The water coats my skin, pressure massaging my back muscles. My eyes are closed and all I can see is her. I just miss her so much. There's a need flourishing deep in my core, it gets stronger each second I spend thinking of her. "Who can sex you like me?" Images flash through my mind, all of her. I brace against the tile and find myself imagining what she'll be wearing tonight. What positions she'll be in by the end of our time together. She's always been so flexible and I've been dying to stretch her out.
I'm startled at the feeling of hands palming my back under the water. They circle my waist and slender fingers settle in the grooves of my abs. "I just wanted a taste of dessert before dinner." The vixen's voice travels through my ears and straight down to my dick. I shiver as her hands trail lower. I try to fan away the fog of lust coating my mind.
"How did you even get in here Princess?" My voice is hoarse and it's clear that I'm trying to focus on something that my body is not. She chuckles as she strokes me at an agonisingly slow pace, squeezing every time she reaches the tip. "Didn't you say I'd always have access to this because it was mine?" A groan ruptures through me. Opening my eyes, I drop my head and chuckle at myself, the sound echoing throughout the empty space.
Empty but me of course.
Watching over her these past few years has caused my imagination to flourish. She's become somewhat of a parasite in my mind. Even when she's not here she's—here. I can feel her...smell her...taste her. It's not normal, but then again, neither am I.
