I tossed my phone down on the black granite countertop and clasped my hands behind my head. What a fucking mess. It was now clear, the previous owner of the Bearded Goat fucking lied and I fell for it. Also, the pressing issue of my employees thinking I didn’t know what I was doing created havoc on my system.
I put the beer back in the fridge, unopened, and made my way down the hallway. Inside the bathroom I grasped the marble sink with both hands and leaned over, staring into the mirror. A look of defeat stared back at me. Fuck that. I wasn’t going to give up. Pushing off the counter, I removed my clothes.
I turned the shower on and stepped inside the glass stall, the hot water relaxed me instantly.
My cock grew heavy as I tugged it firm. I needed to come. I’d wanted to jerk off since the second I laid eyes on Penny at the bar. Her smile intoxicated me, and her eyes were like a well-worn penny casting her hatred at me. Her tight ass and tanned slender legs did things to me, wicked things. Things I should bury deep away in the bottom of my mind. Mostly though, it was the freckles, a splattering of a few light brown freckles which crossed over the bridge of her nose. I shouldn’t jerk off to her—it was so fucking wrong.
Instead, I tried my damndest to conjure up my silver moon goddess from months prior.
“Fuck,” I said on a groan, my balls heavy with lust. I tried to remember the way I slammed into her from behind and how she felt as I took her to new heights. Her pussy wet just for me.
How would Penny’s wet pussy feel? No, stop thinking about her, think about the goddess.
I fixated back to the beach, the moon and stars shining down on us as I fucked the gorgeous woman who haunted my dreams at night.
I stroked along my cock remembering the way her skin tasted as I trailed my tongue along her neck. I pumped harder—fuck I wanted her again.
“Oh, God.” My panting picked up as I braced a hand against the wall.
My mind played tricks on me as Penny’s golden hair sprang through my consciousness and I clutched my cock tighter. Stroking my dick, which ached for one moment with her, down to my balls, I tried to push away the thoughts of Penny. Get out of my head.
I grunted, loudly. The sound echoed off the tile. I groaned not able to fight my mind any longer against her.
The hot water cascaded over me as images of Penny in her bright pink tank crashed through my mind.
Pressing my hand harder on the shower tiles my cock throbbed.
Closing my eyes, fantasies of Penny naked, slowly exhaling and panting from arousal were taking over. I’d take a handful of her hair slick from the wetness of the water, wanting control, and kneel her before me. Her shining eyes would gaze up to mine—captivating and hungry. God, she’d be perfect below me, taking my cock in her sweet, open mouth.
“Damn,” I moaned.
My arm flexed as I tightened my hold. Pumping, throbbing, and needing her more than I wanted to admit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, fucking my hand, and enjoying every moment of it.
I grunted as I picked up speed. Her head bobbing in between my legs played in my mind like a slideshow.
My arm grew weak trying to hold myself up, the hot water scalding my skin, my hand pumping vigorously as I imagined Penny’s sweet lips sucking me off.
What would she feel like? I was so close to coming I couldn’t stop the rapid images flashing behind my closed lids. Big, round tits. Sucking them in my mouth. Biting her nipples. She was so fucking hot.
As I grew closer, my thoughts shifted as I imagined slamming her against the tile and fucking her hot, wet cunt.
My breathing was heavy and my body was in agony from not having her here, her tight pussy wrapped around me, her body begging for my touch. The muscles in my thighs tightened as soon as I felt the first wave of my orgasm rip through me. Fuck, I wanted her.
I jerked my hand faster as I came hard, my chest heaving from the force of it.
Damn. I wanted her the hell out of my bar and my head.
***
I needed to make a list. Lists always made me feel better. I toweled off and slipped on a pair of black gym shorts.
Not bothering with a shirt, I made my way into my bedroom. After grabbing a pen and spiral notebook from the drawer of the nightstand, I settled into bed and flipped on my Boondock Saints night lamp and started writing.
REASONS TO FIRE PENNY
? Her attitude