Chapter 7. Cup my sensitive titties

“Holy shit!” I curse long and hard the instant I run into my room. I pin my back against the door and reach behind me to lock it up.

Shit, shit, shit!

Andrei almost caught me fingering myself while watching David hammer a pussy in his bedroom.

Thank goodness I heard his footsteps on time and made it look like I was just passing by.

With a growl of displeasure, I curl my fingers into a fist as I remember the graphic scene of David’s cock. Knowing he's across the hallway, in his room enjoying a pussy that isn’t mine makes me angry.

Fuck that shit! I already have this hatred for that woman he's with. I hate all of them. All the women he brings home to fuck end up in my blacklist ‘cause they’re practically

enjoying what I desire the most.

Oh, I bury my head into my palm almost sobbing.

Will the man I desire ever want me? Will he ever desire me? I sigh, feeling a throb spearing my sex.

Gosh, this pulsing need I feel for him is always distracting me. Always keeping me on edge, flaming me up.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lips as a swirl of emotion filters through me. My eyes half close, I reach my hand up and cup my heavy, sensitive titties…

“Hmmm….” I gasp out in sweet pleasure. Without much effort, my pussy starts watering.

I continue torturing my titties, holding them and imagining him holding my breasts and fondling with the flesh.

“Take my nipples…daddy please…” I beg no one while I feather my nipples with my thumbs.

Naughty…naughty things overwhelm my mind. I imagine the porn scene I was watching playing before me like it did on the screen.

Can’t such things occur in real life? Shit, I’ll pay with everything I've to see that happen real. I fucking will. But I know this is reality. Things like that rarely happen.

I thumb my nipples until they’re highly razor-sharp, they almost cut my fabric as they seek a willing tongue that will suck on it. Lave on it. And bring me pleasure.

Oh, sweet, drugging pleasure.

I trail my hand lower to my navel until I arrive at the hem of my pajamas. I pull it down and locate my fingers to that heavily flooded sex of mine.

Just one single touch and I hiss through at my teeth. The razor-sharp ecstasy zapping through me. My legs almost buckle but I manageably

hurry over to the bed and sit on the edge.

With one quick pull, I get out of my pajamas and push my legs wide…so wide it almost strains.

I find my phone and play the porn video.

She moans as he thumbs the underside of her clit and I do. I jerk hoping it’s him. Wishing it’s him mouthing dirty things to me while kissing every exposed inch of my flesh.

“Ohh… there…” I growl alongside the girl on the video, increasing the pace of my fingers over my cleft.

Feeling like this isn’t

reaching the very edge I want, I bring my pillow over and start dry-humping. I groan as I the rub the pillow over my pussy, over and over again.

My thighs start quaking and I start convulsing as sudden whiteness swim through my vision.

“I'm coming….I’m fucking…cuming…” I squeak, my body pressing forward as I continue running and

creating a hot friction that will bring me satisfactorily to pleasure.

I push the pillow away as my cum swims down from my hole onto the bed. Instantly, I put my finger over my channel and scoop the fluid, one of the evidence of my desire for David.

I bring my finger to my lips and lick, long and hard. I wonder what he'll think if he tastes my cum. Will he like it?

Tired, I lay on the bed and doze off.

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****David****

The feeling of shame and guilt I felt after I saw Vera running pass my room made me not finish up with Claire.

Jeez, that look Andrei gave me tells me Vera might have seen me. I don’t know what she’ll think of me, though.

I’m scared to find out.

Yes, I fuck women but ever since she turned eighteen and my feeling for her started growing I stopped bringing women home.

I only take pleasure outside. In my office, hotels, and the usual sex dungeon Nathan and I go to for some fun show.

The sex dungeon only allows men willing to pay insane prizes to watch live sex scenes or even participate in it. There I get my pleasure. I watch people fuck while I also fuck.

It’s a win-win situation.

The dungeon is more like a place high profile men and women in the States come to be themselves. It’s

part of our kink.

I rub my hand over my face as I think hard on how to clear things between me and Vera. But then, if I try to bring it up she'll know I harbor feelings for her.

No, I can’t do that. I’ve to pretend like nothing ever happened.

I turn on the shower and the water pummels against back while I skate my hands over my body.

I think this cold shower will tamp down my feelings. I reach for my cock and start massaging.

“Hmm…” I grunt deeply while my palm dances over the hard-on pressing against it.

As I get to my climax, I increase the speed of my pumping feast and before long, ropes of semen drift from my bulbous tip.

After that, I towel my body and walk outside. Claire who was frustrated that I suddenly ditched her was already asleep, so I take that opportunity and go outside.

Maybe some fresh air will do. When I’m outside, I see Andrei smoking by the pool.

“Did she see anything?” I ask him when I get closer.

“I don’t think so.” He says.

Oh, I sigh in relief at that answer. I don’t know why I feel this way though. As if I’m hurting her feelings. But I try to talk myself into believing I’m doing it because I want to be a good father figure.

Andrei suddenly turns to me and stares. I meet his gaze and shrug.

“What if Vera has feelings for you the way you do for her?”

I pause at his words. Does she? Is it possible she has feelings for me?

“Why do you say so?” I ask, doubting the possibility of that.

“Well, I’m just guessing. But it’s only left for you to find out.” He stares at me firmly.

I know what he's pushing at. Andrei wants me to confess my feelings but I can’t and Andrei knows why.

How can I fuck mother and daughter?

Granted, Helen’s dead but I feel like I’ll betray her if I sink my cock into her daughter’s cunt.

I can’t do that. Helen was my true love, I can’t hurt her feelings.

But she’s dead, my mind yelps.

“You’re thinking about her, right?” Andrei speaks up, interrupting my thoughts.

I nod. Silence pass between us for moments longer.

Andrei knows my history with Helen. He knows how shit went down between us. Helen loved me even though she was married. She used to come here and occupy my bed at night while we make love until our limbs buckle.

She was my all. My only love.

Maybe, you’re

transferring that love to her child, my mind suggests but I refuse to accept it.

What I feel for Vera is pure lust. Not love. It can’t be love.

“She’s dead. Long dead and yet here you’re restricting yourself of love and peace.”

“She’s dead. But she fucking ass left her daughter in my care.” I bark.

“She only wanted you to protect her from the mafia. Not stop yourself from loving her.” Andrei practically snarls the last part.

“What difference does it make? Protecting her from the Cartel and protecting her from myself? All are my responsibilities and I vow to keep them.”

I turn and start walking away but I stop in my tracks when Andrei drops.

“But she’s eighteen. Time for you to give her up. That was in the agreement.”

My blood cools, knowing it’s

true. My guardianship over her will end soon.

But there are men out there that want her.

Evils. Threats. All lurking in the shadows. Should I claim her before they do? I ask myself. But I already know the answer. I can’t make her mine…

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