not as high as before.
I didn’t know why, but every part of me wanted to see her again. It was like a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by anyone but her. And I was fucking parched. Even in the short time I had spent with her, I felt as if she’d opened a door inside me that I hadn’t known existed. I knew she was different. She had something to say, she had opinions of her own, and she wasn’t afraid to share them. Plus, she was a challenge. She was able to say no to me even though I was confident that I had the same irresistible effect on her as I had on every women I’d ever met. She hadn’t given in to me, and that didn’t sit right with me. In fact, I had been feeling frustrated since the last time I saw her, and the frustration seemed to build without any signs of release. I knew deep down that the frustration would continue to be pent up inside me until I had my closure with her.
I felt the hardness of my cock intensify and knew it had nothing to do with the talents of this brunette’s pussy working overtime on my crown jewels or the image of the brunette finger-banging her friend in front of me. At that moment, it was as if a light switch had flicked on inside me. I knew what I wanted, I knew who I wanted, and it wasn’t either of these girls.
I wanted Alexis. I wanted to fuck her. Hard. I wanted her to desire me more than any woman had ever desired me before. I wanted her to be the one riding my cock like it was the rodeo.
Finally, I opened my eyes and shifted as I nudged for the brunette to stop. “Just stop,” I said flatly with no explanation.
Both girls stopped and looked at me in confusion. They then looked at each other, their expressions changed from pleasure to disappointment.
“What happened last night?” I asked, ignoring their shell-shocked looks. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed my temples. Fucking hangover.
There were a few moments of silence before the blonde finally spoke. “Uh. You invited us up here for some fun and you fucked us both several times. You were pretty fucking unbelievable.” There was an expression of awe on her face. The brunette nodded in agreement as she bit her lip and eyed my still-hard cock.
“Sounds about right.” Shit, I need some coffee . “Well, thanks for the fuck. Do you girls need me to call you a cab or something?”
The girls looked at one another again, as if trying to decide what to do next.
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I kicking two naked girls out of my place when my dick is still hard?
“Let me ask you girls something.” I wasn’t sure why, but the thought popped into my head and I wanted to see what these girls would say.
“Yes?” they asked as they waited anxiously to hear my question.
“If you had all the money in the world and money wasn’t an issue, what would you do?”
Both girls frowned and looked at each other, probably wondering if this was a trick question.
“No, it’s not a trick question. I’m just curious what your passions are. What would you do with all your free time if you didn’t have any responsibilities?”
There was a long pause.
Finally the blonde giggled and I turned to her expectantly. “I’d live in a mansion and have a huge walk-in closet full of high-end designer clothes. Oh, and another walk-in closet full of designer shoes.” There was a dreamy gleam in the blonde’s eyes as she pictured herself in that imaginary mansion.
“Shit, that would be amazing!” the brunette gasped. “Oh, I’d want something similar, and also I’d want my own maid and driver to take me anywhere I want.”
“Oh, and I’d get some plastic surgery,” said the blonde excitedly.
The brunette turned to her friend. “For what?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“To get these freckles removed from my face—I hate them.”
My eyes darted to the blonde’s freckles. To me, they were one of my favorite features on her face. She was a beautiful girl, but the freckles added a softness to her beauty
I didn’t know why, but every part of me wanted to see her again. It was like a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by anyone but her. And I was fucking parched. Even in the short time I had spent with her, I felt as if she’d opened a door inside me that I hadn’t known existed. I knew she was different. She had something to say, she had opinions of her own, and she wasn’t afraid to share them. Plus, she was a challenge. She was able to say no to me even though I was confident that I had the same irresistible effect on her as I had on every women I’d ever met. She hadn’t given in to me, and that didn’t sit right with me. In fact, I had been feeling frustrated since the last time I saw her, and the frustration seemed to build without any signs of release. I knew deep down that the frustration would continue to be pent up inside me until I had my closure with her.
I felt the hardness of my cock intensify and knew it had nothing to do with the talents of this brunette’s pussy working overtime on my crown jewels or the image of the brunette finger-banging her friend in front of me. At that moment, it was as if a light switch had flicked on inside me. I knew what I wanted, I knew who I wanted, and it wasn’t either of these girls.
I wanted Alexis. I wanted to fuck her. Hard. I wanted her to desire me more than any woman had ever desired me before. I wanted her to be the one riding my cock like it was the rodeo.
Finally, I opened my eyes and shifted as I nudged for the brunette to stop. “Just stop,” I said flatly with no explanation.
Both girls stopped and looked at me in confusion. They then looked at each other, their expressions changed from pleasure to disappointment.
“What happened last night?” I asked, ignoring their shell-shocked looks. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed my temples. Fucking hangover.
There were a few moments of silence before the blonde finally spoke. “Uh. You invited us up here for some fun and you fucked us both several times. You were pretty fucking unbelievable.” There was an expression of awe on her face. The brunette nodded in agreement as she bit her lip and eyed my still-hard cock.
“Sounds about right.” Shit, I need some coffee . “Well, thanks for the fuck. Do you girls need me to call you a cab or something?”
The girls looked at one another again, as if trying to decide what to do next.
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I kicking two naked girls out of my place when my dick is still hard?
“Let me ask you girls something.” I wasn’t sure why, but the thought popped into my head and I wanted to see what these girls would say.
“Yes?” they asked as they waited anxiously to hear my question.
“If you had all the money in the world and money wasn’t an issue, what would you do?”
Both girls frowned and looked at each other, probably wondering if this was a trick question.
“No, it’s not a trick question. I’m just curious what your passions are. What would you do with all your free time if you didn’t have any responsibilities?”
There was a long pause.
Finally the blonde giggled and I turned to her expectantly. “I’d live in a mansion and have a huge walk-in closet full of high-end designer clothes. Oh, and another walk-in closet full of designer shoes.” There was a dreamy gleam in the blonde’s eyes as she pictured herself in that imaginary mansion.
“Shit, that would be amazing!” the brunette gasped. “Oh, I’d want something similar, and also I’d want my own maid and driver to take me anywhere I want.”
“Oh, and I’d get some plastic surgery,” said the blonde excitedly.
The brunette turned to her friend. “For what?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“To get these freckles removed from my face—I hate them.”
My eyes darted to the blonde’s freckles. To me, they were one of my favorite features on her face. She was a beautiful girl, but the freckles added a softness to her beauty
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