Page 6 of Irredeemable

I squeeze my cock, rubbing some of my pre-cum on my head and down my shaft, imagining it is her juices instead.

She slips two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out slowly. Her brownish nipples are hard and pebbled. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking on them. Sammie slips her fingers out, moaning as she sucks them into her mouth before reaching out and grabbing a flesh-colored dildo.

She bites her lip, lines it up at her entrance, and cries out as she pushes the dildo inside her.

“I wish this was your cock, Tanner.”

My dick jerks in my hand at her raspy cry; it does every time I watch this particular one. What I wouldn’t give to hear it in person.

I fuck my fist in time with the thrusts of the dildo inside her cunt. My imagination only takes me so far, I was desperate for the warmth of her pussy. After months of planning, I was so close.

“Oh my god. You feel so good. Come inside me, Tanner. Give me your cum.”Sammie screams on screen, her face twisting into an orgasm.

Fire shoots up my spine, and my balls draw up as I stroke myself to release. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I grunt as I come. Thick white ropes of cum spray all over the wall. My chest heaves as my heart pounds from the strength of it. This is why this video is my favorite. The words chosen are some of my biggest fantasies. I want to fill her up and mark her walls with my cum.

Turning off my phone, I toss it onto the pile of clothes in the corner and finish up my shower. Coming to my personally tailored videos always takes the edge off the growing tension of having to put up with Madeline. She is getting clingy with each passing month, more than I had originally anticipated since Sammie wasn’t supposed to be home so soon. The past month has been agony as I waited for any signs she cared since returning from her filming. Other than her posting more frequently on Instagram, I haven’t found any. And I wasn’t even sure if the constant stories were for my attention, perhaps it was only my delusional wish.

I’m drying off my hair with a towel as I walk to the kitchen when I pause at the figure sitting on my couch.

“What are you doing?”

She frowns, looking behind me. “Are you here alone?”

Throwing the towel onto the counter, I cross my arms over my bare chest, thankful I had at least put on pants. Madeline’s innocent little eyes would have gotten more than she could have handled if I hadn’t. “Who else would be here?”

Her face flushes, and tears begin to gather on her waterline. “You were in the shower a long time, and I swore I heard a woman’s voice.”

“You don’t trust me?” I ask mockingly. If she was smart, she shouldn’t.

“I do, but—“ her hands twist into her lap. “I heard…”

Sighing, I continue my journey to the kitchen. I was hungry. “Yeah, it was a video. I was listening to… something.”

I hear the clicking of her heels as she follows me. “You were masturbating? with porn?”

Turning, I take in the outrage sketched on her face, swallowing the urge to laugh at the word masturbating falling from her lips. I narrow my eyes. “Duh, Maddie. I’m not a fucking virgin, and I gotta take care of myself since my girlfriend wants to wait. Is that a problem?”

“YES!” She practically screams, her knuckles turning white as she grips the stool at my counter’s bar. “Touching yourself to porn is cheating.”

“Cheating?” I gawk. Truly blindsided by this absurd accusation.

Madeline jerks her head as if it’s fucking obvious what she’s saying. “Yes. You purposely looked at a woman, got aroused by it, and got off from it.”

I laugh, unable to contain it. “Sometimes I get fucking stiffys from women on the street. Is that cheating, too?”

Her eyes narrow. “You’re being deliberately obtuse. That’s not the same, and you know it.”

Licking my lips, I give her an unpleasant grin that has her shifting on her feet. “Okay, let’s say for a moment I entertain this idea. What do you suppose I do? Imagineyou? What would I have to go off of? Are you going to send me a photo for inspiration?” I pause as she stares back silently.

“No? So what should I do, huh? Just continue to wait till you’re ready and not even touch my own dick. It’s not like those women in porn are real, I’ll never meet them.”

Her face flushes, and she looks away as tears stream down her cheeks. “You said you’re okay with waiting.”

I run a hand through my wet hair. “And I am, but you’re saying I can’t even jack off because you think it’s cheating.”

“The porn, Tanner. That’s the point.” She croaks out, hiccupping as she wipes her face with the back of her hand, moving to fiddle with the tiny gold cross hanging around her neck.

Sighing, I step closer to her and smile inwardly when she doesn’t move away because that means she’s not as mad as she appears. I grip her waist, pulling her into my body, tilting her head back, and tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. “Alright, I’ll stop the random porn, but maybe we can work something out between us.”

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