13
Vigil
I kept my f*****g distance for a week because I could only take so much. Every night she sat on that porch, and I watched her through my back window with the lights out like a sick perv, my d**k twitching every time it seemed her gaze drifted my way.
Holding her had been nothing but t*****e. She fit in my arms like she belonged there, her sweet scent driving me f*****g insane as I refrained from burying my face in her hair or filling my hands with her soft curves. Because goddamn did she have them and f**k did I want them. Around me. Under me. Cradling my d**k in wet slickness.
I pussied out and spent the following Sunday at the club rather than hang with Dillon, catching s**t from my brothers for not being around as much the previous couple of weeks. I’d been distracted big t
