was a teenager, and there would be a multitude of teasing to come if I didn’t make quick work. Still, I wanted to draw it out, fuck Kyrie in my mind for hours.
I needed a scenario. I always needed some semblance of a plot in the land of jerk-off or it just wouldn’t do it for me.
I pictured myself hopping the railing and chasing her up to the concourse, barreling through anyone who got in the way of what I wanted. I fisted my cock and started sliding my hand back and forth. The warm water would help with my time restraints.
There was no time for dialogue in this fantasy, so I got to the concourse, but couldn’t see her. Then I caught a glimpse of her brunette hair and hauled ass in her direction.
She turned around right as I came up behind her. She gasped. I palmed both of her cheeks and kissed her long and hard, thrusting up against her side.
When our lips parted she started to say something and I picked her up by the waist as she wrapped her long, curvy legs around me. I eyed a maintenance closet and quickly carried her in that direction, head on a swivel to make sure nobody saw us. In reality, I’d have a swarm of fans on me and be wearing a cup, but there wasn’t time to deal with these types of issues when I was trying to make my dick explode.
We burst through the door, and I pinned her up against the wall. She squealed. I yanked the Kindle from her hand and hurled it against the wall, shattering the screen. Good one, Easton.
Her eyes grew wide as I watched her, showing her the naughty shit I was about to do to her with merely my gaze.
My hand sped up on my cock under the water. Something about the anticipation before the fuck was almost as good as shoving my dick in something warm and wet.
I stood her up for a moment to yank her jeans half down her ass, before doing the same with my baseball pants. Flipping her around, my chest to her back, I pulled her hips toward me. I bit down on her shoulder and thrust my cock up inside of her tight pussy. Everything in my fantasy grew brighter and more vivid as I felt her wrapped around me. At the same time in the shower, I thrust my cock into my hand and groaned. Fuck!
I sped up the pace in my mind, fucking her against the wall to the sounds of her gasps as my hand kept time on my cock in reality. I did my best to imagine the warm friction of my soaked hand as Kyrie’s pussy clamped around my dick. My muscles tensed and my balls tightened.
At this point, I snapped out of the daydream and imagined her in the shower with me, tits bouncing around and ass slapping against my thighs as I tried to hold my come back as long as possible.
When I imagined her calling out my name as she came on my dick, I angled my hand down and shot into the tile floor of my shower. I exhaled a gigantic breath, then panted. “Holy shit.”
Once my mind grew a little less fuzzy, I reached up and grabbed the shower head, maneuvering it around to wash some stray floaters down the drain.
After thoroughly washing my cock, and the rest of me, I stepped from the shower. The cool air was frigid on my hot skin. I toweled off my body and walked back to the mirror, shifting the towel to my head and drying my hair.
Reaching over with my palm, I cleared enough of the fog from it to see my face. “Don’t fuck this up.”
Braden and I sat in a corner table of the restaurant. “Is Nik always late?” I glanced around at the mahogany woodwork that gave the place so much character. Someone a few tables over was eating a steak and my stomach growled at the smell.
“Always, bro.”
I kept running my hands down my pants. My palms were damp and my clothes seemed too tight, though I knew they weren’t.
“What the hell takes them so long?”
“They think they have to spend five hundred dollars and four hours getting ready for us. It really is a wasted effort. Hundred dollars worth of makeup, five hundred dollars worth of makeup.” He shrugged. “My cock doesn’t recognize the
I needed a scenario. I always needed some semblance of a plot in the land of jerk-off or it just wouldn’t do it for me.
I pictured myself hopping the railing and chasing her up to the concourse, barreling through anyone who got in the way of what I wanted. I fisted my cock and started sliding my hand back and forth. The warm water would help with my time restraints.
There was no time for dialogue in this fantasy, so I got to the concourse, but couldn’t see her. Then I caught a glimpse of her brunette hair and hauled ass in her direction.
She turned around right as I came up behind her. She gasped. I palmed both of her cheeks and kissed her long and hard, thrusting up against her side.
When our lips parted she started to say something and I picked her up by the waist as she wrapped her long, curvy legs around me. I eyed a maintenance closet and quickly carried her in that direction, head on a swivel to make sure nobody saw us. In reality, I’d have a swarm of fans on me and be wearing a cup, but there wasn’t time to deal with these types of issues when I was trying to make my dick explode.
We burst through the door, and I pinned her up against the wall. She squealed. I yanked the Kindle from her hand and hurled it against the wall, shattering the screen. Good one, Easton.
Her eyes grew wide as I watched her, showing her the naughty shit I was about to do to her with merely my gaze.
My hand sped up on my cock under the water. Something about the anticipation before the fuck was almost as good as shoving my dick in something warm and wet.
I stood her up for a moment to yank her jeans half down her ass, before doing the same with my baseball pants. Flipping her around, my chest to her back, I pulled her hips toward me. I bit down on her shoulder and thrust my cock up inside of her tight pussy. Everything in my fantasy grew brighter and more vivid as I felt her wrapped around me. At the same time in the shower, I thrust my cock into my hand and groaned. Fuck!
I sped up the pace in my mind, fucking her against the wall to the sounds of her gasps as my hand kept time on my cock in reality. I did my best to imagine the warm friction of my soaked hand as Kyrie’s pussy clamped around my dick. My muscles tensed and my balls tightened.
At this point, I snapped out of the daydream and imagined her in the shower with me, tits bouncing around and ass slapping against my thighs as I tried to hold my come back as long as possible.
When I imagined her calling out my name as she came on my dick, I angled my hand down and shot into the tile floor of my shower. I exhaled a gigantic breath, then panted. “Holy shit.”
Once my mind grew a little less fuzzy, I reached up and grabbed the shower head, maneuvering it around to wash some stray floaters down the drain.
After thoroughly washing my cock, and the rest of me, I stepped from the shower. The cool air was frigid on my hot skin. I toweled off my body and walked back to the mirror, shifting the towel to my head and drying my hair.
Reaching over with my palm, I cleared enough of the fog from it to see my face. “Don’t fuck this up.”
Braden and I sat in a corner table of the restaurant. “Is Nik always late?” I glanced around at the mahogany woodwork that gave the place so much character. Someone a few tables over was eating a steak and my stomach growled at the smell.
“Always, bro.”
I kept running my hands down my pants. My palms were damp and my clothes seemed too tight, though I knew they weren’t.
“What the hell takes them so long?”
“They think they have to spend five hundred dollars and four hours getting ready for us. It really is a wasted effort. Hundred dollars worth of makeup, five hundred dollars worth of makeup.” He shrugged. “My cock doesn’t recognize the
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