Page 111 of The Bonus

Everything in here smells like Grace in Techni-dick-sucking-color.

Damn, that fucking woman pisses me off.

I hold the gown to my face again and inhale deeply.

All I can smell is Gracie. A lingering memory of that night we spent together begins to play in my mind. Her creamy pale skin, how tight she was…how well she took my cock.

How hard I blew.

Throb…throb…throb…

Stop it…you’re about to get married to someone else…you fucking sleazebag.

I exhale heavily, disgusted with my dick. Fuck…it’s going to be a long night.

I glance at the time on my phone, 2 a.m.

I haven’t slept a wink, a rock-hard cock with nowhere to go will do that to you.

Tossing and turning and trying to think of something else.

The reality is that I’m not going to get any sleep until I come, there’s no way around this. It’s not going down.

I put my hand into my boxer shorts and give myself a slow, long stroke…hmmm.

I need to fuck myself…been a long time since I’ve done that.

My eyes roam around the darkened bedroom for some lube or tissues. I climb out of bed and turn the flashlight on my phone and walk around, looking for my wanking toolkit.

I go through the contents on the dressing table and nothing.

Hmm…the bathroom.

Surely there will be something in there. I open the door and peer down the darkened hallway, everything is silent. I look left and I look right and then I tiptoe down the hallway, using my phone flashlight to light the way.

Thump, thump, thump goes my cock.

Seriously…shut the hell up, I’m trying my best here.

I walk into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind me. Shining my flashlight onto the bathroom cupboard, I spot a bottle of baby oil.

Yes…

I grab it and the box of tissues and turn to leave when the bathroom door opens.

“Ahh.” Grace jumps in fright and flicks the light on. “What the…you scared the crap out of me.” Her eyes drop down my body. “What the hell is that?”

I glance down to see what she’s talking about to see the tip of my erect cock is sticking out the top of my boxer shorts.

Fuck.

“Oh… That’s my cock.”

“I can see that,” she whispers angrily. “Why is it hard?”

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Gabriel

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