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be begging for it.”
I drop a kiss lightly on her lips before releasing her and turning away, clicking off the lamp and moving to the couch. It’s much too small for me, but I manage to swing my legs over one arm of it and get myself somewhat comfortable. I wish I could say the same for my pants, though. They’re painfully tight and my balls are squashed into the most uncomfortable position. Pulling my legs back down, I unzip my jeans. I would have pulled them down, but tiny gasp in the quiet room stops me. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can easily make out her silhouette, still standing in the center of the room. “Go to sleep, Natalie,” I groan, rubbing a hand over my face as I watch her silently move to the bed. Outside the office, I hear the noise from the bar quieting down as Lance locks up for the night. The bed squeaks slightly as she lies down, and I quickly shuck off my jeans and back down on the couch in nothing but a pair of white briefs. I’m trying so hard to maintain my composure, but the thought of Natalie Harper in my bed has me reaching down to adjust my hard cock. I can’t help myself, the second my hand touches the bulge I’m gone. Running my fingers over my balls through my briefs, I squeeze them lightly then move up the shaft. My cock twitches and jumps as I pass over the sensitive little section just below the head. I can feel the pre-cum creating a small wet patch on the front of my briefs. Glancing over toward the bed, I can’t tell if she’s watching me touch myself, but as I slip my hand down my briefs and run my fingers over my bare skin, a part of me is hoping she is.
Gripping the base of my cock with a firm wrist, I drag my hand up and over the head, then all the way back down, passing my hand over my tight balls. It feels so damn good that I do it again… and again, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning out loud. I imagine my hand turning into her mouth; her warm, wet mouth as it slides up and down on my cock. A thin sheen of sweat beads my brow and I throw my head back as I feel my balls tightening, preparing for the release. Then, out of nowhere, Natalie’s face morphs into someone else… someone that has my cock shriveling faster than a possum running from a tractor.
Liz.
Cursing under my breath, I remove my hand from my pants and flop back on the pillow. There’d been no denying Natalie wanted comfort tonight, and while I want nothing more than to bury myself between those soft, sweet thighs, I know it wouldn’t be good for either of us.
Get it together, Keets , I scold myself. It’s just three weeks until the anniversary of her death. Just three more weeks and, you’ll be gone. You don’t want to be leaving behind a broken heart.
NATALIE
My heart rate slows as I hear his even breathing coming from the couch. I thought for sure he’d caught me watching him move his hand on his cock, but if he did, he certainly didn’t say anything. I wonder what he was thinking about, whatever it was, it’d obviously frustrated him, as he stopped before he’d finished. I can’t deny that I enjoyed the show, as the throbbing between my legs reminds me. Lying in bed, my fingers run over my ribs and up to my breasts. Pregnancy has made my nipples especially sensitive, and it doesn’t take more than a mere flick of my fingers to have me gasping. Biting my lip to try and shut up, I let one hand play with my nipples while the other slides down beneath the blankets and beneath my skirt. Pushing my thong aside, I slip one finger along the seam of my pussy, shivering as it passes over my sensitive clit. Sliding it back down, I bite my lip harder as I push that lone finger inside me. I’m so wet that it makes a small squelching sound. Suddenly, the moon slips out from behind a cloud, bathing the room in a soft light. Keets moves and I freeze. I can’t tell if his eyes are open or not. I get my answer when I hear his soft snore, and I sag with
I drop a kiss lightly on her lips before releasing her and turning away, clicking off the lamp and moving to the couch. It’s much too small for me, but I manage to swing my legs over one arm of it and get myself somewhat comfortable. I wish I could say the same for my pants, though. They’re painfully tight and my balls are squashed into the most uncomfortable position. Pulling my legs back down, I unzip my jeans. I would have pulled them down, but tiny gasp in the quiet room stops me. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I can easily make out her silhouette, still standing in the center of the room. “Go to sleep, Natalie,” I groan, rubbing a hand over my face as I watch her silently move to the bed. Outside the office, I hear the noise from the bar quieting down as Lance locks up for the night. The bed squeaks slightly as she lies down, and I quickly shuck off my jeans and back down on the couch in nothing but a pair of white briefs. I’m trying so hard to maintain my composure, but the thought of Natalie Harper in my bed has me reaching down to adjust my hard cock. I can’t help myself, the second my hand touches the bulge I’m gone. Running my fingers over my balls through my briefs, I squeeze them lightly then move up the shaft. My cock twitches and jumps as I pass over the sensitive little section just below the head. I can feel the pre-cum creating a small wet patch on the front of my briefs. Glancing over toward the bed, I can’t tell if she’s watching me touch myself, but as I slip my hand down my briefs and run my fingers over my bare skin, a part of me is hoping she is.
Gripping the base of my cock with a firm wrist, I drag my hand up and over the head, then all the way back down, passing my hand over my tight balls. It feels so damn good that I do it again… and again, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning out loud. I imagine my hand turning into her mouth; her warm, wet mouth as it slides up and down on my cock. A thin sheen of sweat beads my brow and I throw my head back as I feel my balls tightening, preparing for the release. Then, out of nowhere, Natalie’s face morphs into someone else… someone that has my cock shriveling faster than a possum running from a tractor.
Liz.
Cursing under my breath, I remove my hand from my pants and flop back on the pillow. There’d been no denying Natalie wanted comfort tonight, and while I want nothing more than to bury myself between those soft, sweet thighs, I know it wouldn’t be good for either of us.
Get it together, Keets , I scold myself. It’s just three weeks until the anniversary of her death. Just three more weeks and, you’ll be gone. You don’t want to be leaving behind a broken heart.
NATALIE
My heart rate slows as I hear his even breathing coming from the couch. I thought for sure he’d caught me watching him move his hand on his cock, but if he did, he certainly didn’t say anything. I wonder what he was thinking about, whatever it was, it’d obviously frustrated him, as he stopped before he’d finished. I can’t deny that I enjoyed the show, as the throbbing between my legs reminds me. Lying in bed, my fingers run over my ribs and up to my breasts. Pregnancy has made my nipples especially sensitive, and it doesn’t take more than a mere flick of my fingers to have me gasping. Biting my lip to try and shut up, I let one hand play with my nipples while the other slides down beneath the blankets and beneath my skirt. Pushing my thong aside, I slip one finger along the seam of my pussy, shivering as it passes over my sensitive clit. Sliding it back down, I bite my lip harder as I push that lone finger inside me. I’m so wet that it makes a small squelching sound. Suddenly, the moon slips out from behind a cloud, bathing the room in a soft light. Keets moves and I freeze. I can’t tell if his eyes are open or not. I get my answer when I hear his soft snore, and I sag with
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