Page 32 of Twisted Minds of Sin

I was tempted to slide my fingers inside her and feel her no doubt warm soft pussy clasp my fingers. Then start to finger fuck her with three fingers as hungrily as I feel. As hungrily as I want to eat her. Eat her from her pussy to her ass, then go back and forth.

I close my eyes and her teary eyes and muffled screams as I finger fuck her shroud my mind.

Damn, she feels good around my fingers.

Fuck.

My hand goes under the black boxer briefs I have on and pulls my straining cock out before it tears through the damn fabric.

I start to massage my cock.

My perfect slutty Rosaline. She makes me lose control. Every minute, knowing she is in the same building with me and now a free woman, is like digging me up from the grave of restraint I had buried myself in.

Plush lips and dark eyes like how I love my coffee. Succulent breasts and fleshy butt that are more than a handful.

I drag and puff.

She is biting my shoulder blade now, with her fingers scraping and punching me to let go. But I know she wants it. Her wet pussy and the pleasure sound toppling from her lips through my hand covering her mouth is all the proof that she wants it exactly how I'm giving it to her.

I start to pump my cock the way I'm pumping her with my fingers.

My hand leaves her mouth to cup her soft breast through the fabric of her dress and I squeeze.

God, fuck me, she is so fucking tender.

I fist my cock faster, pumping with the quick need to make the both of us cum.

Fuck fuck fuck, she is coming. She is coming all over my three fingers.

I'm coming.

I keep fisting, even as my breathing turns ragged and the hand holding my weed stays suspended in the air.

She makes a high-pitched pleasure sound as she starts to shudder, undoing herself on my fingers.

My spine spikes and the strain pulls to the muscles of my thigh, making them rod stiff. My stomach tightens as my cock strains longer and fuller in my hand. Then as quickly as I have been dragged to the high, I topple over. Jerking distortedly as my cum shoots through me, pouring out through the narrow opening of my cock, till I'm spent.

I didn't even notice I lifted from the bed. Until now that I drop back onto the mattress.

She is the death of me.

I let my heartbeat recline to normal. And with every recline, my cock goes mushy in my hand.

The things she makes me do. The control she has over my mind. It's getting worse by the day. She is growing like a vine around my brain it seems impossible to untangle from. I feel myself closing in on the day I will snap and take what I want to take the way I have to take it from her.

I grunt my frustration out and get up from the bed, scowling at the bead of jelly semen on my stomach as I strut to my bathroom.

This is what I have come to. Jerking myself off. This is what she is making of me. An insatiable man with an ever-gurgling appetite.

A few minutes later, I'm cleaned up, ready for lawn tennis with Orazio, dressed in burnt orange sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I head down for breakfast before Evelyn comes looking for me to give me her usual morning lectures about why I need to eat more and smoke less.

I overcome the urge to stop by Rosaline’s bedroom and turn the corner to the kitchen.

“Benedetto,” she smiles at me. A smile matching the eye-squinting lemon green of her dress, “Good morning,” she chimes.

“Good morning, Evelyn,” I take my seat by the kitchen island, “I'll have breakfast here.”

She nods, “I am glad you are choosing to eat before smoking this morning,” she starts offloading the breakfast from the cart onto a tray and I just smile.

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