Goddess

Huxley

The hot water pelts down my back as I take myself in my hand. My cock hardens as I admit my defeat and can’t push my little hitchhiker from my mind. I gave in last night, promising myself it would just be that one time so I could get some sleep. The way her tits strained against her tank plays on a constant loop. This morning brings me no reprieve. I picture her petite body underneath me as I slam inside her, her pretty blue eyes watching me as I push deep within her walls. My hand grips my cock tighter as I stroke with the grip I imagine her cunt to feel like. I pump faster as I feel my release nearing. My head falls back as I explode inside my hand.

Aftershocks rock through me, yet I’m not sated. I know I won’t be until I have the real thing. Fuck. I need to find some pussy and quick. Goddess obviously has shit she’s dealing with, and she doesn’t need me as an added complication. I fuck, and I move on. The last time I was in this town, my manwhore ways spread quickly. I had a different woman in my bed every night. I was told I was a dick quite a few times, and I don’t dispute that. My reputation this time around precedes me, so I’ve been lying low. I’ve been too busy helping my mother to even bother. Regardless, I’m not going to change who I am for a piece of ass. I’ll just have to find a woman who knows what I’m about and still wants to fuck. My contact list hasn’t failed me yet.

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my semi-hard, unsated cock. I need to grab more toothpaste from my room. I’m halfway there when a frozen Goddess catches my eye. She just stands there—staring. My bulge twitches, and she quickly looks away. Yep, she was looking at my dick. To be fair, it’s pretty hard to miss.

“Morning, Goddess,” I greet. She keeps her eyes on the floor and gives a small wave.

“W-What are you d-doing?” she stutters.

“Well, first, I’m going to get toothpaste, so I can brush my teeth, and then I’m going to get dressed,” I say, dragging out the play-by-play.

“I mean, what are you doing here?” She rephrases her question.

“Didn’t my mother fill you in last night when she offered you a place to stay? I’m your roommate, and this is my room,” I add, pointing at my room. She’s wearing the same clothes she was in yesterday, so I guess she was heading to the bathroom for a shower.

“I didn’t know you lived here too. Rosalita didn’t mention it.”

“Does it matter?” She sneaks one more small peek before turning on her heel to walk away.

“No,” she mumbles.

My dick twitches once more as I watch her ass in those cutoffs. I need to get laid quick. The sooner, the better.