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A groan rumbles in his throat, and his cock jerks. He wraps his hand around his shaft and slows way down.

And I wonder what he’s thinking.

I try to imagine how that thick shaft with the fat, blunt head would feel, shoving into me instead of his hand. Forcing me open, stretching me. Pummeling into me, over and over, as those heavy balls slap against me.

His breath catches on another stifled groan as he squeezes the wide base of his shaft in his fist. The hard length jerks again, and my core contracts with longing.

His hips buck, grinding his thighs against the counter… like he’s imagining grinding into something else.

Chapter 22

Jameson

I fuck my cock into my fist, imagining it’s Megan I’m thrusting into.

Megan’s pussy, tight and hot.

There’s so much precome, my hand is slick with it. Slick, like her pussy would be.

My strokes grow brutal, tight and fast, my eyes closed as I imagine fucking her against this sink, her creamy thighs spread high and wide, her fingers spreading her tight little pussy open to take all of me.

I tug on my sac, imagining her playing with it, loving the warm weight of it in her small, soft hands.

Then I let it drop and tip my head back as I jack myself greedily, hammering my hips forward as I fuck that tight little pussy in my mind.

My ball sac slaps heavily against my thighs, and now I imagine it slapping against Megan’s sensitive little clit as I fuck her from behind.

I pull on my cock, slowing my hands and trying to catch my breath. I’m about to blow, and I don’t want it to end yet. I’m too lost in the ecstasy of fucking her in my head.

One more tentative squeeze of my fist, and I almost go over. My hips buck, my ass clenches, and I swallow the growl that rumbles up my throat.

I have to be quiet enough that she won’t hear me. I don’t want to wake her with the obscene sounds of me fucking myself like an animal while she sleeps, and terrify her on night one.

I squeeze my cock again, trying to force the urgency back now, but my whole body shakes with the effort.

Too late.

I lock my hips, tensing.

I picture her beneath me in bed, that thin shirt riding up over her hips. She’s moaning in pleasure, urging me to come, her pussy spread for me as I pump into her and let go…

I come, choking on what would’ve been a shout if I didn’t swallow it. The climax is so intense, my whole body jerks as my balls contract. My cock strains in my hand, spasming.

I feel the hot jets of release lashing over my knuckles, dribbling down my thighs, the spasms gripping me again and again.

As I empty myself into the air, I test out her name. Megan. It rolls around in my head.

But I won’t let myself utter it between the choked-off grunts of pleasure.

Chapter 23

Megan

Jameson’s ass flexes as he ruts his swollen cock into his fist, and a choked groan of pleasure escapes his throat as he ejaculates.

A thick rope of semen lashes the air, then another, splattering the mirror, the sink. He chokes back soft, pleasured grunts, milking himself with long, luscious pulls that make his tense, muscled arm shake.

His eyes remain closed.

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