Page 19 of Quinlan

A frustrated one. I’m hard. Desperate for a release after today.

Driving when I’m like this is reckless.

That, and I’m an impatient fucker. Behind tinted glass in a mostly empty street, I unbuckle my belt. The sound of a zipper rolling is the only one in the silent car.

My cock throbs in my fist, and I give it one painful tug. I groan, frustrated at how unsatisfying it is.

I could come from the thought of Quinlan alone any day of the week. Could replay what happened today. Cornering her. Watching my little prey fight me while I take her. While I give her all of me. The sick and twisted parts of me. The loving, dedicated parts.

I’ll lay my obsession at her feet.

The real me.

Could, and won’t. I have videos of her saved on my phone. Every second she’s spent in her shower is recorded and saved on my phone.

Naked. Unsuspecting. Mine.

Ours.

My favorite is the one I have of her from last summer. The steam didn’t fog up the glass of her shower or the camera’s lens. Her curves, the water sliding down her body… How she touched herself.

It’s all there. This is the one video I jack off to the most.

I’m lonely. I need her. Haven’t had or wanted another woman foryears. No one else exists.

Quinlan’s videos are the air I breathe. What helps tame the beast until I finally have her.

And I just touched her.

If I can’t make her come on my tongue, watching her shower will have to do.

This video. This fucking video.

Quinlan tugs on her hairband, freeing thick locks upon locks of sandy blonde hair. Tips her head up, raking her fingers through her hair that cascades over her shoulders.

From this angle, I see her parted lips. The hint of a smile.

Hand in my boxers, I start stroking myself. Up and down. Root to tip. That’s where those pouty pink lips will go, stretching around my girth.

Next, she shucks off the clothes she slept in. Neon yellow tank and white sleep shorts.

Without her panties on, she’s completely naked. Her pretty pussy is smooth. Her ass is round and so fucking delicious.

Biteable. I’ll leave my marks there. My belt. My teeth. My hands. Every time she’ll sit, she’ll be reminded of me. Of how good I made her feel.

Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I drown in her. She’s graceful as she slides the glass door of the shower closed. Her feet pad along the black tiles, and she gasps when that first water stream hits her skin from the shower head above.

So. Fucking. Cute.

More than that. She’s hot. I can’t look away from her hard pink nipples through the clear glass. From the water drops cascading down her body.

Her fingers settle between her thighs. One hand splayed on the wall for balance.

There she is. My girl.

Ours, I remind myself again.

Yeah, no. Tonight, she’s mine. All goddamn mine.

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