Page 35 of Brutal Revenge

Her lips.

That mouth.

Fuck.

I can’t help but give my cock a handful of pumps. The tension is too much. If I don’t ease the ache, I’ll fucking explode.

This isn’t about Azra or the dream I want to turn into reality. Regaining control of the wheel before I crash is the point. Also, someone can only manipulate you like a puppet if you let them stick their hand up your ass.

I won’t even think about her.

Not even for a second.

That’s a lie.

In just a few strokes, her flawless face and dilated eyes and the image of me pushing a spilled droplet of cum into her mouth feature on repeat.

It’s no hard feat. I can smell her on my skin and taste her perfume in the air.

Then there’s the sight of her pussy and how I collected her saturated panties from the floor of the SUV like I have a compulsion for sniffing soiled undergarments.

I don’t, but if it’s Azra’s panties on the line, I can see it becoming an addiction I’ll never overcome.

My penis uncomfortably swells when I imagine the quantity of her used panties I can gather over the next few days.

The veins supplying my enormous cock throb intensely and painfully.I shouldn’t be leaking pre-cum while contemplating being used and abused in the sick game Azra wants to play with a competitor, but I am.

Who wouldn’t sign up for the chance to learn if her cunt is as delicious as it smells, and as tight as her virgin status implies?

Smart fuckers who know she doesn’t want them.

Pissed at my inner monologue, I tighten my grip around my cock. While pistoning my hips on repeat, I watch the fat, angry head pierce through my fist. I fuck my hand in rhythm to the frantic buzz of my pulse, groaning while recalling how Azra’s thigh spread open for me instead of clamping shut in the SUV.

She has a gorgeous pink pussy that glistened with wetness even before riding the waves of ecstasy.Her cheeks flushed with heat, and her eyes dilated massively. She was on the cusp of climax… Then she realized my fingers are thicker and longer than some guys’ cocks.

I jerk my dick faster. It feels good, amazing, even, but it’s got nothing compared with the feeling of Azra’s lips circling the crown. Her tongue flattened down the underside of my cock with every suck, eager to gather every drop of pre-cum spilling from the slit.

It was the best blowjob I’ve ever received, and I’ve been with women who perform oral sex professionally.

Stop looking at me that way. I don’t pay. Never have. But even high-end hookers have needs.

They come to me when they need them taken care of.

Well, they did.

That’s off the table for now. Possibly ever.

My last two words make me strangle my cock, but since I’m a sick fuck who savors a bit of pain, the spasms bring me close to finishing.

With steam curling around me, I pump my cock on repeat. Sweat dots my brow as every muscle in my body pulls taut.

I’m right there, on the cusp of spilling my load on the glossy tiles, when the bathroom door slams open.

Azra races into the steam-filled room as if she’s being chased, moving so fast she more skids across the tiles than glides.

With a sigh, she lowers the toilet lid and then plops onto the seat.

Mid-stream, she freezes, her entire body going rigid, before her eyes slowly lift.