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“Fuck it.” I grasp myself at the base and squeeze. I hiss in a breath. As long as I don’t imagine the little virgin princess on her knees for me. I spit in my hand and use it as lube as I work myself up and down. My fingers rub against the four bars that are lined up on the underside. I reach down with my other hand and roll my balls with it. I cup them and feel how low they’re hanging. I imagine what they’d feel like slapping against her pussy as I thrust in and out of her. I give mine just a little tap to imitate the feeling. I may be a guy who likes to deliver a little bit of pain, but I don’t mind receiving it from time to time too. I position myself on the couch so I’m on my knees and have a small pillow at ball level. I thrust, and they hit the pillow. I feel the jolt of electricity up my back. This is as real as it’ll get. I continue to thrust, letting instinct take over. I grip the top of the couch to hold on while I talk myself through my orgasm.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” I feel my orgasm creeping closer. “Those pretty little tits bouncing as I pound into your wet hole, fuck. Your virgin blood coating my cock is the perfect lu—” I moan as I come.
Ropes of hot white seed coat my hand, the pillow, and the couch. I’ll need to get a steam cleaner to clean this up, but that was the best orgasm of my life. I lay my head on my arm, dick still in hand, and catch my breath. I think about everything that just happened and that I came to the thought of Esme on her back with her blood all over me.
“Fuck, I’m screwed,” I say out loud to myself. This can’t happen again.
* * *
It’s six a.m., and I tossed and turned all night. Physically my body was exhausted. I worked my ass off all day yesterday because of that little temptation who has been strutting around here for the last twenty-four hours. She hasn’t even been here two days, and my composure is already breaking. The issue was I couldn’t shut my mind off. All the what-ifs kept playing in my brain, making me think about everything that I didn’t need to be thinking about. I just wanted to see her. The true her, when she’s sleeping and doesn’t have to keep her composure. Does she sleep with her mouth open? Does she drool? Snore even? I’ll learn everything there is to know about the Princess, I just can’t touch her. I can’t have her. It’ll be torture, but I have to know everything.
I fling myself out of bed and move on with the rest of my morning, realizing that the little bout of daydreaming put me ten minutes behind schedule. I start a pot of coffee and open the door for Bruno to go out and do his business. As I’m shutting the door I hear a, “Good morning to you Bruno,” that sounds a lot like a Princess that I’m not supposed to be thinking about. I open the door again, and there she is in tight leggings, bent over, petting my dog. I clear my throat, and she jumps up startled.
“There you fucking go scaring me again.” She slaps her hand to her chest.
“Well I thought you’d appreciate knowing my presence, but if you’d rather I stare at your ass while you’re bent over and not know I’m here, be my guest,” I shrug.
She grumbles, and I know she’s pissed that I’m right. I give her a little smirk and lean against my doorway.
She smirks right back, and her eyes rake up my body. I drop my expression trying to figure out what she has to be happy about. She clears her throat, and I look around before looking back at her.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh, you know, thought you’d want to know I’m here, but if you’d rather me stare at your hard dick and not know I’m here, be my guest.”
I stand there for a moment trying to process her words, and then I look down. I forgot I hadn’t gotten dressed for the day yet, so I’m standing there in my briefs. My dick, having a mind of its own, of course took notice of the sheen of sweat across her body and her perky tits sitting high in her sports bra. Fuck, I’m a man whore.
I act all calm and cool, but in reality, I’m kind of loving having her gaze on my growing erection. What can I say, I’m needy. I’m leaking just from this interaction.
“Oh, you can look all you want, Princess. You just can’t touch,” I say with a wink. “Go get changed. I’ll see ya in thirty.”
I close the door and take a deep breath. Through the metal I hear her screech, “I’m not a princess!” and go stomping off. This is going to be so much fun.
Chapter12
Distraction
Esme
Who knew that working on a ranch would be so therapeutic. The things that seemed trivial back home don’t seem as important now. Sure, I can still bitch and moan about what I’m doing and push Asher’s buttons every second of the day, but I’m finding a sort of release in manual labor.
This was never supposed to be my life, I never wanted it to be. But, as I rake through the mulch that has been laid in the garden and take care of chickens, the stress seems to dissipate from my body. Maybe this is fun, not that I’d ever tell Asher that.
I plop down on my ass, taking a quick break before I work through the rest of my chores. There’s a light breeze that tossels my hair, the cicadas scream from their place in the trees, and I inhale. Fresh cut grass, hay and Asher’s unique smell invade my senses, and now I understand why—it’s all over the place out here.
I am stuck here one or another, so might as well make the most of it, right? This is what Dad wanted. No point in making everyone, myself included, miserable. There’s so much to do and see out here, so I’m just going to take the bull by the horns and work through it. My worries can come later, but right now I’m just going to enjoy the place where I can.
These people have done nothing but try to help, so why be such a bitch to them? I’m going to actively try to do better. There’s no need to act like this.
I will do better.
I will do better.
Chapter13
Look What God Gave Her
Asher
