Chapter 79

Havoc

The hot spray of water beating down on my shoulders is doing its best to loosen the tension I have weighing there, but I have tension in other places too. Namely the space between my legs where I'm hard as a fucking rock. The tension has been there for weeks, and I can't help but try to relieve the frustration. Grasping my cock, I play for a few seconds, stroking it up and down, dragging my hand along the length. I know it'll never fully be gone until I can bury myself balls deep into the woman who teases me every day, but until then, this is the best I can do.

I grunt harshly as I curl the fingers of my free hand into a fist, beating it against the tile of the shower. Sometimes a little bit of pain makes the pleasure sharper. The hand holding my cock picks up speed and I grip the base a little harder on each down stroke, curling my palm around the head on every upstroke. I'm sensitive and so fucking ready to blow, but I hold off, knowing the orgasm will be stronger if I can