Page 71 of Penalty to the Heart

Hmm.

Maybe I went about this all wrong.

Perhaps I should try and see if I can get hard on my own before I add someone into the mix.

What do I have to lose?

With this new plan in place, I quickly grab some lube from my bedside table, lather my right hand and prepare myself to start playing with my dick. I grab the phone with my left hand, strolling through some porn site videos to get me there quicker.

But wouldn’t you know it, my half-mast dick decides to go limp on me again, not impressed with anything I find.

Fucking asshole.

Needing to show the fucker who’s the boss around here, I throw my phone aside and close my eyes, summoning up dirty images that might get me going again.

But when I close my eyes, only one thing comes to my mind—Roxie’s face.

I recall, in precise detail, how her lips parted when I got into her safe space earlier this afternoon.

How her amber eyes sparkled whenever I made her laugh.

Roxanne Seymour is, by far, the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She might try to hide it from the world, but she could never hide it from me.

Those long legs of hers. The full cups of her breast. Her long, slender neck.

Even the glasses she wears are a fucking turn-on.

Suddenly, and with little physical stimulation, I feel a massive rush of blood go directly to my cock, making it hard as steel.

I don’t even question what I’m doing anymore, giving myself entirely to the fantasy in my mind.

“Fuck,” I groan as I imagine her in front of me, licking her lips while crossing those long legs of hers.

She gets up from her seat and walks over to me, where I’m lying on her couch.

I watch her straddle me on a bated breath, slowly unzipping my pants and placing my cock in her hands.

“I’m here to help you. Do you need my help?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathe out as she starts to unbutton her blouse with one hand while jerking me off with the other.

Once her blouse meets the floor, giving way to a sheer lace bra underneath, I grab her tits with both hands, squeezing them tightly to the point that precum starts leaking all around her fingers.

I’m not even inside her yet, and I already feel like I’m about to combust.

“Does this help?” she asks, licking my precum off her fingers.

“Fuck yes.”

“What about this?” she questions, after discarding her bra to give me better access.

I know that it’s all in my head, but even in my own fantasy, I go fucking tongue-tied.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“Well? Does it?” She bats her thick, dark eyelashes at me under her black-framed glasses.

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