“I’ve never… had that done to me.”
“You let me know when you want to give it a try. I’ll take care of you.” My dick throbbed at the idea. I wanted to watch her face the first time she had a tongue on her clit.
“Sorry I didn’t–”
I put a finger over her lips. “Nope. Hush. Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Me too.”
She relaxed in my arms and passed out a few minutes later. Her cute, quiet little snores made me smile.
I extracted myself from her arms and snuck out, my erection angrily pressing against my jeans.
Back at my apartment, I put the eggs in the refrigerator for Layla to cook up for Momma in the morning, since eggs and cheese were the only thing she’d eat for breakfast. The fridge was looking pretty empty. I checked the last few slices of bread on the top shelf; there was a spot of mold on it. Grimacing, I threw it away.
Momma had the Master bedroom, and Zach and Brandon had the other two bedrooms in the apartment. It was almost two in the morning, but I needed a shower… and I needed relief from the pent-up tension of cute little Katie gasping while I sucked on her nipples.
I jerked off quickly, but it was unfulfilling. The idea and the image of sweet curvy Katie letting me fuck her was hot, but I still felt pent up and needy. My hand wasn’t enough; I needed someone warm and wet to thrust into. I needed to feel completely overwhelmed by her. And Katie was cute, but she wasn’t the kind of girl to go animal on my dick like I needed.
Dark hair, amber eyes, and blood-red lips filled my mind. Almost instantly, I grew hard again.
I couldn’t imagine a woman like that on her back. But I could imagine her on top.
Closing my eyes and leaning my head against the shower wall, I envisioned her long legs straddling me. She’d still be wearing her heels, and probably some black strappy lingerie. She’d run her hands over her full, luscious breasts and through her long thick tresses, looking down at me hungrily as she rocked her hips. And she would absolutely be in control.
I’d only heard her speak a few times, but I knew she’d have a smooth, sensual voice. What would she sound like when she came?
I edged a little, holding onto the image of her fighting for her own orgasm on my cock. When I finally let myself come, the relief was so much better than the first time. It still wasn’t enough… but it was enough to get to sleep.
After my shower, I looked at the door at the end of the hall, feeling a little guilty. I hadn’t seen Momma all day today. I’d meant to see her after I got home from the bar, but I’d gone to see Katie instead.
Cracking the door to the Master bedroom, I peeked inside. She was asleep, the quilt pulled up to her chin. Her face looked pale in the moonlight, but she didn’t seem to be in any pain. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I snuck out and silently shut the door.
I couldn’t remember the last time Momma and I actually had a real conversation. Between her failing memory and my constant work, it left very little time to visit her.
And the times I did see her, I wished I was somewhere else.
I forced myself to stop thinking about her. Using my phone as a flashlight to guide myself to the living room, I collapsed on the couch and passed out immediately. Maybe tomorrow would be slightly less exhausting.
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