Page 124 of Charming Deception

Jameson

As soon as Megan disappears into her bathroom, I notice something on the floor of the walk-in closet.

Something she dropped.

Panties.

Just turn around and go.

I walk over and pick them up. Little lacy black panties.

What she wore to dinner tonight, under that gorgeous dress?

Put the panties down and walk away.

I bring them to my nose. I can smell her faint sex smell, and my hardening cock spasms violently.

Fuck.

She’s right in the next room.

I squeeze the panties in my fist as my body goes into autopilot mode, and I stalk into my bathroom. I didn’t masturbate while she was in the shower. Instead I had a long-ass argument with myself about whether or not I needed to. Or should.

I’d convinced myself that after draining myself last night, and again today after we picked out her diamond ring and she looked at me the way she did, I didn’t need to. And shouldn’t.

That encouraging myself to keep fantasizing about her while I did it was a slippery slope, and one I shouldn’t be letting myself plummet down.

Too late.

I go straight into the room with the toilet and close myself inside, undo my belt, take out my cock, hold the panties to my face, and start jacking myself off. This isn’t sex, right? She’s not here. Just her pretty little panties.

It doesn’t take long to get the job done.

Breathing in her faint scent, with her pretty face in my head, smiling at me… flashing me that fire in her amber eyes… it’s all I can do to get her panties on the counter before my cock shudders in my hand, my body quaking as I come. I slap a hand on the counter for balance as I unload with a groan.

I keep stroking as my pulse races, squeezing out another shock of pleasure that has me biting back a growl.

When I’m finished, I realize how hard I’m panting. My breath huffs raggedly from my chest, and my heart races, blood thundering through my limbs.

I blow out a breath and hang my head, drained.

My body relaxes all at once, and I release my cock.

When I open my eyes, I glimpse the mess I’ve made. I blink at Megan’s panties on the counter, decorated with my come.

Then I glimpse myself in the mirrored wall. My heavy cock, still half-hard, and aching dully.

Strangely, I feel no real relief.

Just like last night…

I thought it would help. It weirdly doesn’t. Not as much as you’d think.

I’m still so fucking hungry for her.

Jesus.

Now that my cock is softening, I can think a little more clearly. And I can see what’s happening here.

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