Page 14 of Trace's Passion
Smiling, he got ready for bed and fell asleep with dreams of Emery in his head.
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When he woke the next morning after yet another dream of him claiming Emery all night, he was hard and aching.
He'd never felt this desire in his life. He'd seen beautiful women, but they'd done nothing for him.
He used to think his cock was broken. That something happened with his foster parents that made it die.
It was alive now and had already dripped pre-cum on his stomach. He must have come in the night, because he felt sticky.
But his cock was still wanting. Needing. He reached under his sheet and pushed his boxer briefs out of the way to grab his cock.
It made him moan and wish it was Emery’s hand. Or her tight pussy.
Which shocked him, but oh lord could he envision it. Shutting his eyes, he pulled her face to the forefront of his mind and stroked his cock.
From base to tip. Bringing the wetness of his pre-cum down the hard length.
He stroked harder and faster and kept Emery’s face in his mind, daydreaming it was her hand on his cock.
“Keep stroking sunshine. That’s right. Like that.” He groaned out, as he pulled another stroke of his length.
Imagining her there as he pulled his next stroke and feeling how close he was to coming.
“Take it in that mouth of yours sunshine.”
He could only imagine what it would feel like and he threw his head back, letting the orgasm flow out of him.
He groaned, and his cock spurted cum all over his hand and stomach.
Trace took a minute to breathe, needing it. He hardly ever touched his cock. It was like it was there, but never came to life.
And now? Even after coming, he was still hard. He grabbed a towel off the floor and wiped his hand and stomach clean.
He needed a shower. And he needed to get to work.
He didn't get her number. He was just so shocked that he found her, he'd forgotten to ask her for it.
Thinking he'd swing by her house before work, he took a quick shower and got dressed.
He made his way to the cafe and picked her up an iced coffee. He thanked Mila for getting it ready quickly and made his way to her house.
Knocking on her door, he checked his watch and saw it was only 7:45. He had to be at work in 15 minutes.
She opened the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes in just a pair of panties and a small t-shirt that lifted to show her navel. Her breasts were free, and he could see her nipples harden through the soft fabric of her shirt.
His cock took notice and lengthened in his pants. He wanted to adjust the fucker but just stared at her, shocked.
When she saw who it was, she smiled, “Trace! Good morning!”
She went to step out on her porch, and he pushed her back in the house. “Um, Emery, you're only in panties.”
She looked down at her bare legs in shock and Trace did his best not to look at them.
She squeaked. “Oh, my goodness.
Because of course.”
