Dreamed of him ordering me to beg for his cock:How much do you want it, Bonita?I would love every second and would never get enough.
Joseph was meant to be my first and last, and I was his.
I squeezed my fingers as my climax hit and covered them in my release. I mewled and groaned. Words escaped my lips on their own accord as an epic wave crashed through my body.
My lips tingled as I smashed my face into the pillow and continued buckling my pelvis against the mattress. Finally, I held still, panting and trying to catch my breath.
That was the most powerful climax I’d ever experienced. I hated for it to end.
When the playlist started over again, I remembered where I was at. I opened my eyes and peered over my shoulder. The green light was off.
I rolled onto my back and propped up on my elbows. “Crap. How long had the voyeur been gone?” Hopefully, they weren’t dissatisfied. I hadn’t even used the dildo as requested.
I tugged down my shirt and relaxed there for a minute.
If only thinking of Joseph gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. What would it be like to be with him for real?
I doubted I would ever find out.
8
Track
“Track, Track,” the performer moaned my name. “Harder, deeper. Oh, Track!”
I rubbed my dick, doing my best to come, but the sound of her voice sent me over the edge. And not in a good way.
I bolted out of the room and went into a private bathroom. My hard-as-iron cock painfully pulsed. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and squeezed to get it to stop throbbing.
Who was I kidding? I wanted to come.
I braced my other hand on the wall and lowered my head as I jacked off. “Jesus Christ. Fuck, I need you. Need you so fucking much.” I picked up speed, mad as all get out for requesting the woman wear the MSU shirt. Her brunette hair about killed me because all I had done was imagine Brynne’s beautiful face. It hadn’t mattered the woman was thicker, taller, and older than Brynne. All I saw was my step-sister playing with herself.
It was fucking phenomenal.
I groaned as ropes of my cum shot out and landed on the black tile floor. My shoulders shook as I gulped in buckets of oxygen, the intensity of my release by far the most earth-shattering of my life.
And all because of Brynne.
I’d bolted from the room out of guilt for fantasizing about her. But the disgust eating away at me was far worse than all the dirty thoughts. I felt like I had betrayed her with the other woman.
What the fuck was that all about?
Would I be damned for the rest of my life? Unable to be with someone else? I wasn’t with Brynne, would never be with her, yet I couldn’t enjoy other women? Couldn’t I ever receive pleasure again?
“Fuck!” I put my limp dick back in my pants and cleaned up. I had to get out of Ted’s club, but I knew Espada wouldn’t be ready to leave so soon.
We’d come in one car. How would I get home?
There was a gas station at the base of the mountain, only two miles down the road. I could walk there to blow off steam before having one of the guys come to get me.
Good plan. I shot Espada a quick text and left.
I inhaled the scent of pine into my lungs. It was a pleasant evening, perfect for a leisurely stroll down a mountain. My heart rate finally calmed, but the guilt hadn’t faded. Maybe a bear or mountain lion would attack and put me out of misery.
Nah, I wasn’t that lucky.
Tonight proved I needed to put some distance between Brynne and me. Before I knew it, I wouldn’t be able to escape her after I had her in Storm’s cousins’ compound. My dad wanted me to care for Brynne personally.