Ethereal Dusk

Chaper 18

Roman

There were many things I excelled in. At the top of the list came hand to hand combat, drinking anyone under the table, and decieving idiots with hardly any sweat off my back.

But holding restraint for a woman that made my heart feel like it was under the million pound pressure of the raging sea... wasn't one of them. That was at the very fucking bottom. Very last.

I must excel where I thought only failure possible, because I clench my jaw as I walk in the opposite direction of all my desires, hopes, dreams and everything I've ever wanted laying in the room behind me with her legs now spread on the bed in contempt. I know because I can hear every movement, every curse she's thinking, every sweet little noise she makes as she begins rubbing her wet little pussy to finish herself off. Something I would have been overjoyed to do had she not been such a stubborn little brat.

I just needed time to figure things out.

She reminded me of a cat. Afraid and pittiful one moment, then vicious and defensive the next. Get too close and you could get scratched.

Not that I would mind getting hurt from her. It would be the only pain I'd ever take willingly, lying down. But I think fierce feline would be a more appropriate name, because the undeniable boner suffocating in my pants said so. I haven't been this turned on in ages.

I push through my bedroom door with callous and shut it just as quickly, like I'm on a fucking mission. I sit on the padded armchair next to my bed as I pull my cock out of my pants, releasing a breath from deep in my chest as I give the girth a tight squeeze. It's so swollen with lust that a bead of cum glistens on the tip as I give it a long tug. God it feels so fucking good.

I want her.

I listen closely to the sound of her wet pussy from the other room as I begin jerking myself harder, the veins on my dick protruding as a testimony to my desire. I can smell her arousal. So fucking sweet, I could bury myself in her for the rest of my life.

If I'm not careful I could destroy her.

The true monster inside of me wouldn't be opposed to doing so if it meant I could keep her here with me forever. I imagine her thinking about my fingers as she rubs herself. My dick twitches as I suck in air through my teeth. I feel like a teenage boy again. Every touch so sensitive and delicious that I can't stop myself.

The smell of her arousal alone is almost enough to push me over the edge as it grows stronger from the other room. She's close. And so am I. I squeeze my dick harder and rub my length faster as I imagine her face. Her brows squeezed together. Cheeks red. Lips wet as she moans.

"Ahh, fuck," I breathe as my lower stomach begins to tighten.

The animal inside of me wants to go back in that room, hold her down, and spread her legs so that I can push my thick cock into her tight little pussy, filling it to the brim as I make her take my seed. Laying claim over her. Leaving a mark so deep that no one will ever think about coming close to her again.

She's mine.

"Roslyn," I growl as ecstacy bursts from my cock.

I jerk myself tightly as I watch my load squirt out in intervals, my chest rising and falling deeply with release.

In a way I wish I could say that I feel some type of guilt for blowing my load to the thought of her pretty face. Some type of post nut clarity. But I don't. Not even one bit. Because my desire for this woman was not something I would ever apologize for.

I lick my lips and grin before running my hand down my face. The hand that hadn't been jerking my cock off two seconds ago, just to be clear. I could go for a second, or even third round, just from the sweet smell of her in the air if I really wanted to. But I don't because I have an even better plan. One that could possibly bring a smile to her face. One that could make her despise me just a little less.