Fucking focus.
I kept ramming into her, and she kept ramping up the appreciative whimpers and moans and all the dirty talk.
But I couldnotfucking come.
I was hard, but it was like my dick was just going through the motions, waiting on this to be over.
I slowed my pace, trying to catch my breath. I was running out of breath, killing myself trying to come.
It just wasn’t happening.
I’d already made her come, like five minutes ago.
Was she as bored with this as I was?
Maybe I should’ve just ended it…?
How?
Fake a fucking orgasm?
Now there was a thought I’d never had during sex. Was it even possible for a dude to fake an orgasm?
Had any guy in history actually tried?
I grabbed her hip and held her still, my other hand on her neck, fucking her faster, hitting it at a different angle.
“Ohhh, Daddy,yeah, like that…”
Jesus Christ, would she not shut up?
Give me the best you’ve got.
I froze.
I heard the voice in my head… Thatothervoice. So soft. And I went stone still, even as my breath rasped and my heart slammed in my chest.
Hervoice.
Her face… Her eyes… They blurred through my brain in a swirl of soft color. Disorienting.
My stomach turned.
I almost doubled over, but I couldn’t move. It was like a wave of vertigo had kicked me in the balls and left me paralyzed.
“What’s wrong?” the chick beneath me moaned. “Don’t stop…”
I fucking growled.
Frustration.
Pure. Agonizing.Need.
Shit…
It’s happening again.
My balls were suddenly so fucking blue it made my teeth hurt.