[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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A C E
I struggle to focus on the small pile of paperwork and the computer screen in front of me, but my efforts are in vain. My mind keeps wandering back to Olivia.
The image of her in my apartment, specifically in my bathroom, naked and taking a bath, drives me utterly crazy. After that heated moment between us, my sense of possessiveness over her has grown to an overwhelming intensity.
Having experienced her touch, I can't imagine letting her slip away. She ignites something wild in me, driving me to the brink of insanity. Controlling myself around her becomes a monumental task.
Every time we're together, it takes Herculean effort to resist claiming her as mine. The recent moment in the living room only exacerbated my struggle. I release a shaky breath as I feel the uncomfortable tightness in my pants.
Our intense make-out session left me incredibly hard, my cock throbbing with need. I'm desperate for some quick relief. Leaning back in my seat, I hurriedly unbutton my pants, my hands moving with urgency. I need to find release for the intense tension that has built up.
I watch with a mix of fascination and need as a bead of precum emerges, glistening like a tiny gem. My fingers make contact, my thumb softly grazing the sensitive skin as I shudder at the soft touch.
Slowly, I begin to massage the tip, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. My eyes close, allowing me to fully immerse myself in the sensations that are quickly taking control.
As I start slowly moving up and down my dick, I envision more than just my hand. My imagination paints a vivid picture of my body pressed against hers, the slick, erotic friction igniting my senses. The pace picks up, driven by a yearning that's becoming harder to contain. A low groan escapes me, a primal sound of pleasure and frustration.
I recall her moans, the passionate fervor reflected in her face and the sensation of her pussy clenching around my fingers. The imagery spurs on my actions, each stroke echoing the intimacy I'm desperately craving, and my breathing grows ragged and deep.
The room heats up, sweat trickling down my brow as my fantasies spin further out of control. My mind becomes a whirlwind of explicit images, each one a step closer to the edge of release.
In my mind's eye, I'm consumed by the sensation of being buried deep inside her slick and balmy cunt. Every thrust, every gasp, every illicit desire becomes a reality in my imagination.
I moan deeply, my voice filled with a mix of yearning and gratification. The pleasure builds to a crescendo, and with one final, powerful stroke, I'm thrown over the edge, experiencing a climax that rocks through my body like a tidal wave of ecstasy.
I swiftly snatch the handkerchief from my desk just in time, releasing onto it in a fervent rush. Simultaneously, a sound at the door jolts me from my reverie. Panic sets in as I swiftly wipe myself clean and dispose of the evidence in the nearby trash can.
