A sweet, beautiful woman who worships the ground that I walk on. A woman I wish to god could fuck me the way I need to be fucked. As much as she tries she just can’t fill the needs that I have.
What kind of man does that make me?
I drag my hand down my face, just when I think I can’t be any more fucked up than I already am…. Alora Sorenson walks back into my life and makes me question everything that I’ve worked so hard for.
I get a vision of her naked, her legs open wide…calling to me on another level.
I close my eyes as I fight myself over this primal attraction. She’s all I fucking think about.
Stop.
Stop it right now.
I am well aware that if I’m not careful I’m about to fuck everything up for a woman who I know I couldn’t have a relationship with.
We would never work in the real world, I’m too strong…the need to control her is already consuming me in a very unhealthy way.
Rein it in.
THREE DAYS LATER.
I pant, my hips rise from the bed and I moan as I swipe Alora’s hair back from her face. Wet with perspiration, my two hands in her hair, I ride her beautiful mouth.
Deeper…harder.
I tip my head back as her teeth slide over the head of my cock and I moan deeply as I come hard down her throat. My cock jerks violently.
“What are you doing?” A voice interrupts me.
My eyes snap open as I pant, disoriented, I look around the room.
Where am I?
My chest is heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, my cock weeping the last of ejaculate as it drips from my body.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asks from beside me in bed.
I close my eyes in disgust.
Fuck….
“Bad dream,” I pant as I climb out of bed.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“I’m fine.” I get up. “Go back to sleep, I’m going downstairs to get a drink.”
“Do you need anything?” she asks.
Alora.
She snuggles back into the blankets and closes her eyes and I stare at her in the darkness, disgusted by my thoughts.
If only you were her.
ALORA
A huge wave of splashing water flies in the wake of the truck. “So.” Helene glances over her cocktail at me. “Do you miss Pascal?”