She looked so fucking good.
Our time together as teenagers had been fleeting; a few months at the most before we were found out. And my favorite memories of us were when we snuck out in the middle of the night. We’d joyride around the city and find mischief to get ourselves into.
Late night walks in the park and horror movies that made her jump into my lap.
Fuck. My cock was getting hard thinking about it.
I stepped out of my bed for a shower. Removing my clothes, I crossed my bedroom and made my way to my shower. Not even bothering with the hot water, I cranked the cold all the way and stepped underneath the massive rainwater spray. The cold water fell onto my skin like needles, but I didn’t care to warm it up. I needed the cold and the sobering effect it provided.
Instinctively, my hand drifted down to my massive erection. I closed my eyes and conjured her memory.
Her soft skin grinding against mine in the backseat of my fucking car.
It was my favorite moment with her. Out of all the times we’d snuck out, and all the times I’d buried myself deep into her wet pussy, that was my favorite.
Because it was the first time she told me she loved me.
And by my count, it was the night we had conceived Matteo.
Her hair fluttered around her shoulders as I slammed into her. She jumped, her tits bouncing in my face as her pussy soaked my cock with its juices. I wrapped my hand tighter around myself. Stroking my thick dick and bucking my hips into my hand.
Even the memory of her could drive me wild.
A drop of precum breached the tip and I coated my skin with it. Fuck, I missed Julia’s mouth. I’d taught her how to take me. How to slide me all the way back and time her breaths with my thrusts. I’d loved fisting my hand into her hair and fucking her throat. Commanding her movements and watching those wide hazel eyes look up at me with tears in them. She would cling to my thighs, digging her nails into the backs of them and leaving marks.
Marks I’d sit on the next day and grin at.
“Julia. Fuck.”
I stroked my cock faster as my hips moved in motion. I could hear her voice in my ear. Chanting my name and panting shallowly as her ass jiggled against my hips. That was my favorite way to take her. I loved watching her ass bounce for me. I had dreams of taking that virginal hole of hers. Of eating her pussy and teasing her to urgent heights before stuffing myself between her cheeks and filling her pussy with my fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut as my legs began to tremble and I felt my balls curling into my body, readying my cock for its creamy end as I pressed my forehead on my shower wall.
“Julia. Shit. So tight for me. Oh, fuck.”
Before I knew it, my balls were tight, and my body felt like it was dangling from a precipice. I held onto the wall in front of me and kept Julia’s face front and center in my mind as I sped up my movements, until my body finally erupted with one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had.
I pressed my hips into my hand one last time before my balls shot electricity up my dick.
Then, I heard it.
The softest voice on a whispered wind.
I love you, Romeo.
Once I was done, and she was still in my thoughts, I stood under the cold water waiting for my breath to return to normal.
“Romeo? You in there?”
Antony knocking on my door pierced through my fantasy.
“Mom wants to speak with you,” Antony said.
“At eight in the morning?”
“Get your ass downstairs.”
“Remember who you’re talking to,” I said with a growl.
I shout off my shower, toweled myself off and padded to my closet. If I was upstairs, I could relax. But downstairs? That was business. No one was ever downstairs without being dressed for company, and I was pissed that I had to rifle through my damn suits at eight in the morning in the middle of the fucking week. I pulled on some boxers and a pair of black pants before reaching for another shirt. I chose a pale yellow button-down and tucked it in, then reached for one of my father’s more expensive watches.