To Eternity. Daisy Banks

her delight. She’d beg him to fill her. Fabulous.

      His muse was going to wail like a she-cat when she came. He could hear the delightful sounds she’d make as he enjoyed a full recompense for all the fucks they’d missed the last three years. His breathing snapped to a faster rhythm. He dumped the laptop on the small table. He was ready for her so he eased his trousers down. He closed his eyes as he laced his fingers about his cock, pictured Sian, her face contorted in orgasmic pleasure while she rode him, naked, with her pretty tits bouncing. She’d hump like a bitch.

      A fresh surge of blissful throbs pulsed the length of his cock in response to her trembling pleasure cries in his office. He’d have her legs spread so wide they’d straddle the arms of his chair to make a bold offering of her pussy for his pleasure. How she’d howl. “Ohh! Ooo! Ohh! You’re the best, Franklyn! Ooo. Ohh. Ohh. Yes! Franklyn, you’re the bessst!”

      Tension swelled through him. He pumped hard at his cock, beating the meat as the up-swell of spunk burbled in his balls. He’d fuck her so she passed out, so she screamed in pleasure, so she came as hard and fast as he…. The cry of orgasm burned his throat. Hot, wet jets spurted through his fingers.

      Even as a wank, she was perfect. He had to have her, he must, no one could match her. He wiped his wet and sticky palm on a wad of tissue and cleaned his stomach, loving her for the fabulous fuck she was.

      As for the current hulk of a boyfriend, he may well wind up dead. Franklyn Gorsewell had friends, lots of them, useful friends who didn’t ask too many questions, and he always got what he wanted.