Max POV
Underlying emotions.
I stood under the cold shower, my jaw clenched as I struggled to regain control. My erection throbbed painfully, refusing to be ignored.
Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and squeezing tightly, trying to dull the desperate urge to dash into the room and sink into her warmth core.
My mind conjured up images of her-on her knees before me, beneath me, or even bent over, ready to take in all my seeds but then, I was high, if I should take her in this state, I might hurt her and she might limp throughout the week and no matter how much I desired to have her writh under me right now, I had to keep to my desires, besides touching her wasn’t part of the deal despite the fact I usually force my way in on her. Vivian hated me and I knew that, it had been all my fault and I doubted if I could even get to make her love me like she used to. A lot of things threatened our relationship and that had caused my lack of trust for her and till date, I still haven’t forgotten about the images I saw her with another man.
A lot of things went through my mind these days but right now, only the desire to cum inside her and impregnate her blurred my visions.
Even when I hated the idea of having a family, strangely, I want to have it with her. The fantasy alone sent jolts of pleasure through me, my hand moved faster, stroking myself with an increasing strokes.
I imagined her face, flushed with ecstatic sensations, her body trembling as she came apart under my touch.
It didn’t take long for me to reach my release and with a low grunt, I came, hot streams of cum splattered against the shower tub.
If I continued this, I might end up turning into a maniac and the worst part is the fact that I no longer desire any other woman apart from her, that makes everything entirely difficult for me- the thought that when she finally leaves, I might go crazy. I was determined to tame her but every wall I try to break seemed to grow thicker with each passing time, her hatred clearly evident.
The relief I got was temporary, leaving me hollow and still aching for her body.
Meanwhile, I took a peep through the bathroom door and there she laid trembling on the bed, her body taut with need. Her skin was damp with sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead.
Her core clenched around nothing, just like the emptiness was almost unbearable for her. She slid a hand between her thighs, trying to find some relief, but it wasn’t enough.
Just what was all these!
I had never been this attracted, or even obsessed with her but right now, it felt like the worst experience I had ever had.
What more punishment could be harder than this!
I wanted her-her frail weight, her touch on my back and hair with my bulge grazing her clit.
I could still feel the mark of her fingernails on my back, the soft touch, the memory of her stubble against my neck, her hands caressing my body with a loud moan escaping her mouth.
The desires that pulsed within me, urging me to go to her, to end this torturous separation.
But instead, I watched her sob quietly into the pillow, tears of frustration and longing wetting her cheeks.
What kind of fuck up had I gotten myself into. Initially, I wasn’t this attached to Vivian even though I had been attracted to her then, but it felt worse at this point.
My bulge pressed against my hands, but the throbbing need only grew intense. It felt like I was about to burst out of my own skin, desperate for the connection I craved yet didn’t want to go for it.
I know she must feel like this was one of my punishments but it wasn’t. These days, I’ve found myself thinking a lot more about her safety than mine.
I watched as she lay there with her exposed dress, her body still racking, her breaths faint as if she was supressing me from hearing them.
She turned onto her side, curling into herself, as silent tears began to spill down her cheeks.
Was she really crying because of this? I couldn’t believe it but it felt more painful.
It wasn’t her fault rather it was mine. That thought echoed in my mind, over and over again, the sheer truth I had to face, my life was too dangerous to bring her in and no matter how much I wanted to keep her, to stop her from leaving after one month, I still knew deep down she has to flee from me.
She was just a young girl, she never expected her life to turnout this way due to my own insecurities.
She turned on herself, as if warning her body to stop the torment of pleasures that betrayed her and I felt a pang of guilt struck me.
Pressing her face into the pillow, her sobs muffled but unrelenting. The urge on my cock was demanding.
I slammed my hands against the wall , to rage against the unfairness of it all, but all she could do was cry, her tears soaking the pillow as she laid on the bed that now felt too big, too cold, too lonely.
Her tears kept coming, a steady stream of sorrow that refused to be damned.
I creaked the door open and stepped out, my heart lurched, and she quickly wiped her tear-stricken face, a mischievous smile suddenly painting her cheeks.
I stood in the doorway, my presence immediately filling the room.
My hair was damp, droplets of water clinging to my strands, as my skin glistened under the soft light as I was still wet from the shower.
Water rolled down my chest, following the defined lines of my muscles with the towel wrapped low around my waist.
I took a step forward towards her, my eyes narrowing as they locked onto hers, filled with something unreadable.
The sight of her, vulnerable yet mischievous made me wonder what actually was going through her mind.
” Daniel Browns is really handsome, it won’t be bad hooking up with him and he obviously seems interested in me as well, what a good meet today” She blurted, pressing her lips thinly to each other and just then, a sizzle of anger pulsed through my veins.