Page 82 of Falling Offsides

Reminding me of how good her pussy choked my fingers. How damn soaked and tight she was for me.

“So fucking perfect,” I groan, squeezing my cock through my sweats.

I’m trying.

To be good.

To be decent.

Not to take more than I should.

I’m desperately reminding myself of why I can’t… I shouldn’t want Courtney Nilsson. Shouldn’t fucking need her like this.

I’ve never needed or wanted anyone. Not in this unhinged way that’s got me crossing every goddamn line. Making me acriminal.

Nothing works.

Not even the brutal grip of my hand on my cock. Not when she burrows deeper into the mattress. Into my hoodie, turning onto her side so that I get the perfect view of her ass. Toned, juicy… I bet it would be fucking delicious to sink my teeth into.

Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck it. Fuck everything.

Shoving my hand into my sweats, beneath the top of my underwear, I jerk my heavy cock free.

“Jesus.” All the oxygen hisses from my lungs as the cool air meets my leaking tip. So sensitive. So ready to blow.

For her.

I’m a mess for her. Courtney.

With another savoring lick of my lips, I squeeze some of the gloss onto my palm. Watching the shiny, translucent pink gloop melt in my hot hand before I drizzle it along the length of my dick.

I wrap my hand around my cock, dragging slow at first.

“Holy shit… so good…”

Bitting down on my lip, I stroke harder. Tightening my grip with every glint of the tag she made me in the lamp light.

The pen. The hair tie. The napkin.

All mine.

Like Courtney.

Mine.

I pump faster, rougher, chest heaving, every muscle tight. My hips rut into my hand. Fucking chasing my release to the vision of Court sleeping and all the fucking objects I’ve collected of her. All right there. In front of me.

Taunting. Teasing. Reminding me of every fucking moment we’ve had. Every touch we’ve shared.

Every goddamn week, day, hour, second that’s led me to this. Made me this motherfucking simp.

I hate her for it.

Not enough to stop me from jerking off over the feed of her sleeping. Over all the trophies I’ve kept of her. It doesn’t stop me from reaching into my pocket and fisting her panties in my other hand while I continue fucking myself.

Harder with every pound of my pulse. Faster with every throb of my heated blood coursing down to my cock.

I’m so there. So close.

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