Page 36 of Disturbed Lucidity

I did what the fuck I wanted. I didn’t care about anything that didn’t directly affect my personal interests, my club, or my brothers.

Everything and everyone else could fuck off.

So, for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why I was standing in her fucking bedroom watching her sleep. She meant nothing to me. I fucking knew she was more trouble than she was worth. If I had half a fucking brain, I’d have already kicked the bitch and saved myself the aggravation of even being here. Yet, seeing her laying there in the early hours of the morning, sleeping peacefully, a disturbing feeling washed over me. I’ve been called sadistic before, but what I was thinking of doing was just plain demoralizing, but I knew I was going to do it, anyway.

In that moment, I found myself rooted to the ground, gripping my erect cock in my hand. With a gentle yet firm touch, I savored the sensation of squeezing my testicles and manipulating my lorum piercing. With a slow and deliberate motion, I started a rhythmic massage, prompting my body to release pre-cum in response. I pleasured myself and focused on massaging my cock and balls, and then lightly spread the pre-cum around the glans of my shaft, heightening the sensation. Aiming for amplified pleasure, I devoted my attention to the underside of my cock, stimulating my frenulum using a delicate circular motion with my finger. Occasionally, I gathered a fresh supply of pre-cum to maintain lubrication, relishing the sensation of my hand gliding over my tightly grasped testicles. With my thumb on the upper side and three fingers on the underside, I began a rhythmic stroking motion, gliding my hand up and down my shaft.

With each passing moment, my craving intensified, compelling me to thrust further into my hand, where I steadily grew harder as I silently observed her sleeping form. I couldn’t help but notice the alluring contour of her firm ass, perfectly complemented by the graceful indentation from her hip to her petite waist. Her back, devoid of any markings, silently pleaded to be embellished not only with ink but with the sticky residue of my cum, leaving a glossy sheen on her ivory skin. The more I stroked, the more my disturbed intentions grew, fueling my ever-present depraved and perverted thoughts of marking her skin.

My body responded eagerly, and I could feel the hardness and tension building in my cock. The sight of the thick blue veins winding around my shaft was mesmerizing, like a complex labyrinth waiting to be explored. A pleasurable decadence coursed through my pelvic region when I felt my seminal fluid moving into my urethral bulb. It happened in a matter of seconds, but the unmistakable sensation was the first clue that my orgasm quickly approached.

It took me back to my high school years, as I hadn’t pleasured myself to completion this swiftly in a long time. Yet, here I stood, my heart pounding in my chest, like an adolescent teen about to embark on an exhilarating adventure. With a firm grip, I cupped my balls, feeling the sensation intensify while I squeezed and stretched my tightening skin, carefully tugging on the barbell of my Hafada piercing. The feeling was both pleasurable and torturous, fueling my desire when I carefully wiped away a droplet of pre-cum from the tip of my cock with my index finger, savoring its flavor on my tongue. My mouth watered as I yearned for the unique taste of my own pre-cum, slightly salty and enticing. Releasing my balls, I continued stroking. My body was throbbing with desire, and I struggled to maintain control and resist the temptation to climax prematurely.

With a renewed sense of vigor, the anticipation of reaching my climax intensified even more.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I guided my hand up my shaft until my thumb rested upon the prominent head of my erect member. Briefly, I went back to the pleasurable act of teasing my frenulum, using a single finger and my pre-cum as a slick and slippery aid. With my fingers positioned underneath and my thumb on top, I intensified the pressure on my cock and began to stroke it with more force.

The anticipation of my orgasm sent a shiver down my spine. I imagined the exquisite immorality of penetrating her tight, wet warmth without her consent. With ease, my hand glided up and down my shaft, reveling in its smooth texture. I carefully used my index finger to spread the pre-cum that flowed out of my slit, making my bulging head glisten with a glossy finish.

With each passing moment, my breathing became deeper and more rapid, completely consumed by the intense debauchery of what I was doing. The mesmerizing sight of her beautiful figure captivated me, leaving me completely entranced. With every touch, my pleasure intensified, building toward an inevitable peak. I sensed the tickling of the fluids moving toward my prostate. Waves of euphoria coursed through me as my orgasm built. The extreme pleasure seemed to consume my entire body.

My head spun with pleasure.

In a split second, I withdrew my hand from my throbbing shaft and exerted some internal pressure, using my pelvic muscles to halt the imminent release of my climax. As I held muscle tension, pleasure and pain, in a dance of denial, pulsed through my body, briefly enveloping me before it gradually receded. I gazed downward and witnessed my rigid cock convulsing with powerful contractions, the same ones that usually accompanied my release, when a wicked notion took hold of me.

Stepping closer to her bed, I could hear the gentle sound of her breathing, rhythmic and steady. With her back toward me, I couldn’t help but appreciate her flawless curves, slender legs, and the tantalizing hint of her pink pussy. Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have any reservations about sliding my cock into that fiery, snug gap. Despite my desire, I resisted the urge to touch her until I could reign in my tumultuous thoughts. The moment I stepped into her apartment I felt my last shred of sanity slip away. All that remained was a desperate need for self-preservation.

This bitch was an inconvenience I didn’t need.

The sooner I fucked her out of my system, the faster I could clear my head again.

Until I was able to do that, I planned on having a little fun.

The air crackled with a wonderful sense of anticipation as I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Taking a firm grip on my cock again, I resumed stroking, my attention completely fixed on the woman lying in front of me.

With just a few masterful strokes, my pleasure intensified rapidly, and my free hand instinctively cradled my balls, intensifying the sensation. In that moment, my breathing halted, and my body instinctively tightened, causing my pelvic thrusts to become swift and forceful. The overwhelming pleasure consumed my thoughts and senses, centered solely on my cock. I glanced down and noticed a sizable droplet of pre-cum forming on the tip of my erect penis. As I stroked faster, a wave of indescribable pleasure coursed through me. I let out a breath and ejaculated a small stream of cum over her hips. But then, I expertly maneuvered my hand, causing an even more intense sensation that resulted in a forceful release of semen, landing on her back. I jerked my cock rapidly, and with a sudden burst, a white substance shot out from its tip, landing on her back and hips.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her.

I slowed my movements and my cock responded with convulsive contractions, pushing out more semen from the tip. The milky substance slowly trickled down my shaft, gliding over my thumb and collecting at the base. Grinning mischievously, I quickly used my finger to clean it up before bending down next to her.

Without hesitation, I traced her full lips with my finger, leaving behind my cum on her lips, now glistening like lip-gloss.

Standing back up, I admired my work.

Still hard, I tucked my cock back into my pants, before carefully reaching out and spreading my cum into her milky white skin like lotion. I knew I was pushing it, and she could wake up any second, but the thought of her wearing my cum pleased me greatly. When I was done, I reached for the sheet, pooled at her feet, and covered her.

Stepping back, I smiled, blew her a kiss, then walked out of her apartment.

Back at the clubhouse, I sat in a chair with a bottle of whiskey in my hands as I watched Indigo and Saint lecture the fucknut and his buddies.

Okay, it wasn’t a lecture. More of a hands-on approach to learning... with fists.

The quiet one was smart.

He caught on really quick and now he sat off to the side. His hands shook, making it hard for him to complete his task while he slid another bullet into the ammo clip.

“Keep going,” Trash growled from behind him as the young man nodded.

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