I roll my eyes. “Kane, relax.”
He laughs. “I’m telling you, you’re denying yourself God’s greatest gift to mankind.”
I snort. “Sex?”
“Fuck yes! Well, bluntly, the blowjob might be His greatest gift, but fucking is a close damn second.”
I chuckle and down the last of my whiskey. “I gotta go, man. It’s late here and I’ve gotta get this tent up. Plus, I’ve got a sermon to work through for tomorrow.”
“Hit ‘em with the pillar of salt one. Man, that’s my favorite of yours. And you’re in Georgia—they’re going to eat that shit up.”
I grin. “Thanks, man. And thanks for picking up.”
“Anytime, man. And hey, Gabe.”
“Yeah?”
“Stay the course, man. You can think about your life goals when we take a break in the winter. For now, earn. Make that cash. Make hay while the sun shines, yeah?”
“Sounds good.”
“Later on, man.”
I hang up and reach for the bottle once again to float the watered-down ice in my cup. I take a long drink, and my mind mellows as I sit back in the chair. I know tonight was a mistake. I know going there at all was bad, but cornering her like that, and dropping my armor, and letting her see me—the real me, the wicked me—was a real bad idea.
But fuck me, that gasp; that whimper. The way she panted when my lips brushed her ear, and the way her body arched as if it were dying to touch mine. I groan, remembering the scent of her skin from so close—honeysuckle and vanilla. The memory of her scent makes my mouth water, and remembering the feel of her soft, wet body in my hands in that tub, and then the way she arched into me on that porch has my cock throbbing in my boxers.
My balls swell with cum, and I look down and grunt at the huge, obscene tent in the boxers. I’m so fucking hard that it’s pulling the waistband away from my grooved abs. I grit my teeth, and something fierce and wild sizzles inside of me.
Fuck it.
I knock back the rest of my drink, put the cup aside, and I slip my hands into my boxers. I shove them down, and my fat, swollen cock springs free to slap heavily against my abs. I think it’s pretty well established that I’m not actually a religious man. But if I were, I’d probably make a note to send a thank you card to the big guy upstairs for the blessing between my thighs.
I groan and wrap my hand around my thick, throbbing hard shaft. I hiss in pleasure as my grip tightens and my hand slides up and down my length. I close my eyes, and once again, my fantasies slide back to Delilah. I think of her in that tub, bent over and looking back over her shoulder at me, begging me to fuck her little pussy.
I reach down and cup my heavy, cum-filled balls, and I roll them under my fingers. My cock twitches and pulses, the vein throbbing down the length of it as I grunt and slowly stroke. Precum beads at the tip and trickles down over my shaft and my fingers, making it slick and glistening in the moonlight. I picture sweet little Delilah being my filthy little plaything. I picture her on her knees, looking up at me with her mouth open and eager, begging to swallow my cock.
I picture her on her back, legs up and knees by her tits as I crouch between her legs and run my tongue from her clit to her little asshole. I jerk my fat cock and imagine the honeysuckle taste of her pussy on my tongue. I imagine her squealing and moaning for more and gasping as I stand and press the swollen head of my cock against her tight little virgin ass.
Faster and faster, my hand shuttles up and down my throbbing, trembling shaft. I hiss out loud in pleasure, and my abs tighten. My balls draw up tight, and just as I picture sweet, innocent little Delilah riding my cock and coming all over my balls, I lose it completely. I hiss, and the cum begins to pump from my balls. My cock twitches and lurches in my grip, and with a groan, I feel my cum spurting from the tip in thick, heavy ropes.
Hot and sticky, my cum splashes down over my hand, my balls, and my abs, until I’m gasping and dropping back into the chair.
Shit.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, and I don’t how it is that this girl is getting under my skin and fucking with my head. But I do know that there’s no getting her out. I know I’m in trouble.
I know I want her.
…God help me.