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With her legs splayed out
to give me the best vantage point, I felt my blood surge south, hardening by
the second as I heatedly stared at the luscious bloom, inviting me to come
forth.
“Are you just going to
admire me from a distance, Jase Masterson?” She purred before giving me a
come-hither look to freely devour what she’s explicitly offering.
Not one to shy away from a
woman that knew what she wanted, I leisurely took my time, taking one scrap of
clothing one by one, while she watched me with unfettered hunger and
fascination. I stood unabashed in my naked stature before I gradually took a
stride to meet her on the tip of the mattress. I came here tonight with one
purpose alone, and I intend not to waste time with foreplay—that’s why she took
the liberty of handling that situation, arousing herself before I got to her
doorstep.
With the use of my hand, I
took hold of my shaft, gripping it at the base before my hand began to stroke
it in a paced manner, while my eyes zeroed in on the center of her core,
needing, yearning to achieve this one ultimate purpose only—to simply end this
torturous agonizing curse of not being able to reach the highest peak of sexual
nirvana. The face paint. The baby gravy. The cream of sum yung guy.
I needed my mojo back—desperately—and
Lesley was the last on the list to help me get it. They did say save the best
for last.
Without much ado, I
positioned myself before her with the bulbous head situated right atop her clit
before my hands gathered her ankle one at a time, situating them before me.
“Keep them close, I need friction
as much as possible.” My demand was met with an eager nod before I gave it to
her good—hard and fast—no emotions involved just raw unadulterated sex.
Focusing on Lesley’s moans and the sensation that was steadily building inside
of me, so much so that when I felt something funny, I didn’t think much of it until
it came back with an eager rabid thirst for more. Tensing, I instantly pulled
out before I scrambled to see what it was. “What the fuck!” I bellowed at the
golden retriever wagging his tail while he gazed at with adoration in his eyes.
“Aw hell to the no—get the fuck away from me, you weird mutt!”
“What’s the matter? Why
are you screaming at Jones?” Lesley obviously didn’t witness what just
happened. It was humiliating enough to admit that it happened but it was even more mystifying to say it out loud.
“Jones here—was being too
nosy.” Of course he was. His nose did
sniff around and got a whiff of something he couldn’t resist, didn’t he? I
felt totally and utterly mortified.
Fucking dog! Now how was I
going to continue banging her when I’d be mostly clenching my ass in fear of
Jones wanting to have another go at my crack? Sighing heavily, I regretfully
told her that I couldn’t finish off—especially when all I could think of now
was Jones lapping it up before I caught him.
Another day. Another
night. Still no results.
“Are you sure you don’t
want to try again?” Lesley gave me a worried look—one I was starting to get
accustomed to as of late.
Swallowing what little
pride I had left, I tried to rebuff my shortcomings in every sense of the word.
“Nah…maybe next time…anywhere but here.”
“All right, Jase. Don’t
worry—it’ll come in due time.” She tiptoed to kiss me on the cheek before I
ruefully nodded, before getting ready to put my clothes on. No, work was never
going to be a reason why I couldn’t function properly. The crux of my stress
related problem was the fucking point that
I couldn’t make it to the point. The
final destination of completion.
Lesley had been my go-to
girl in between relationships, and so far, this was the first time that this
unfortunate incident had ever happened to me. So much so that her worried face reinstated
what I had feared all along.
The sound of crickets remained
in the background, waiting for me to get my game back.
Damn you crickets! I
growled before taking my leave to wander the streets of Manhattan.
My life hadn’t been this
complicated before. Less than a month ago, everything was simply perfect. Up
until I caught what Bridgette had been really up to with her guru master.
It was crushing to witness
the woman I’d been recently engaged to be in all fours, white eyeballs stuck to
her sockets due to intense pleasure, as she chanted something incoherently.
I yanked off the horndog
guru before I threw him off the wall—a power I didn’t know existed up until
that time. When he skittered to get his clothes on the floor, I threatened that
if he dared look back, I’d yank his hairy balls off. The shamefaced guru with
his deteriorating hard-on bolted right out the door without a backward glance
at my sobbing cheater of a fiancée.
“I didn’t mean for it to
happen, Jase—please forgive me. I swear I won’t ever do this again.” Her tears
that used to move mountains for me did little to waver the damaged she had
caused.
Breaking off the
engagement and hurling insults didn’t soothe my injury—my heart, my pride and
my ego. Little did I know that my penis was also part of the injured party.
The clam hammer was
officially impaired.
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