Chapter 25
Tempting little Goldilocks
Kazimir
Iopen my eyes when the body wrapped around mine moves.
I look down at Harley.
Her blonde hair is splayed across my chest.
I brush it off her face, and she lets out a little sleepy sound.
She lifts her leg, and I grimace.
Careful with the family jewels, sweetheart.
As I lie there, staring at the ceiling, I can only focus on the warmth from her body seeping into mine. With every breath she takes, her large breasts press into my chest.
Fuck.
I place a hand around my morning wood and stifle a groan.
I haven’t had sex in months and since bumping into Harley again, I haven’t even jerked off for fear the only face I’d see in my wet dreams would be hers.
Since she became my roommate, I’ve been so paranoid to hide how much I fucking want her, I haven’t wrapped my fist around my cock in days. Now, I’m dying.
Harley rubs her nose against my chest.
The sensation sends a flurry of tingles down to my balls.
She slips a small hand underneath my t-shirt, and I go crossed eyed.
She’s killing me.
If I don’t get out of this bed, I’m going to have to wake her up to fuck her to relieve me of this misery.
There’s only so much I can take.
Harley lifts her head off my chest and drops her body on the mattress before turning her back to me.
God answered my prayer.
I push myself up to sit, frowning.
That near kiss had nothing to do with practicing.
I wanted my mouth on hers.
Had it happened, things would be awkward between us.
A disastrous situation if we are to live in harmony as roommates.
A. Monte Cristo saved me from crossing a line I have no fucking business crossing.
I turn my head to the sleeping blonde.
I need to get away from this woman. She’s fucking with my head.
I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the door that’s ajar.
Once in the hallway, I make a beeline for my bedroom and stagger towards the bathroom.
I enter and close the door behind me with the heel of my foot as my hand pulls at the string of my sweatpants.
In a mad rush, I lower them along with my boxer briefs. I groan as my erection springs free.
I’m seconds away from losing my shit.
I step into the shower, play around with the setting, turn my back to the jet, and allow the hot water to splash all over me.
I fist my cock and stroke it a few times before jacking myself hard and fast.
My sexy roommate sleeping in my guestroom is the only thing I have on my mind as my hand pumps my meaty cock.
I flash back to last night’s near kiss.
The unmistakable lust I read in her eyes acted like rocket fuel shooting through my veins. I was a breath away from finding out what she tastes like.
Why the fuck was I thanking A. Monte Cristo?
I curse the asshole for robbing me from fulfilling the fantasy I’ve held since meeting the blonde bombshell.
I clench my teeth each time my hand slides over my tip.
I’ve been neglecting my cock for too long.
With my other hand, I cup my balls and squeeze. “Christ.”
A hedonistic image flashes in front of me.
Harley on her knees with her hands wrapped around my balls as I deep throat her, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to adjust to my size.
That woman’s mouth is a temptation that’s impossible to resist.
Kissing her would have been my undoing, but having those plump lips sucking me off would be the end of me.
Good thing neither of those things will happen.
I let out a low grunt as I slow my cadence so I can take extra time to stroke my tip before I slide to the base again. My head lolls back.
“Harley…”
I lower my gaze as I pump up and down my girth.
Fuck, I’d give anything to taste her other set of lips.
Her coming undone all over my tongue would be a transcendental experience. I’m certain of it.
I stroke my cock faster.
Would your pretty little pussy squirt for me, Harley?
I hope so. I’d want nothing more than to lap at her juices, careful not to waste one delicious drop.
My hand pumps up and down my cock in a frantic rhythm.
With each stroke, my control is slipping away.
I pick up the pace, thrusting hard into my hand.
With ragged breaths, I step forward and place the other hand against the tile wall.
Tempting little Goldilocks. You’ve crashed into my world and now you’re under my skin.
I stare down at my cock.
Angry veins line my shaft and my swollen balls pulse, eager to let my load erupt.
The familiar buildup is brewing at the pit of my stomach. I squeeze my ass cheeks together and jerk off fast. The current of desire coursing through my body for this woman is something I’ve never experienced before.
My hand glides over my cock at a desperate pace as my orgasm builds.
I pump once, twice, three times, and choke the tip of my cock.
I’m done.
Fuck, the first spurt is so powerful it splashes off the tile.
Harley’s open mouth comes to mind and the second spurt hits the target.
I jerk some more as my balls explode, my leg trembling, the orgasm practically lifting me off my feet as Harley licks the cum from her lips and rubs it over her cum-streaked tits.
Shit.
What a waste.
My cum should be marking Harley’s sinful body, or better yet, shooting down her pretty little throat.
I let the water wash over me as I regain my composure.
Several heartbeats later, and the release that was supposed to help me find some sort of equilibrium, did no such thing.
I’m still wound up as tight as a spring.
I let my head hang.
I need something more hardcore to exorcize this woman out of my head.
If not, I’ll never make it through this charity luncheon.