Hammer (Regulators MC 2)

One week, she’s been here, and one week, I have had the worst case of blue balls known to man. Yesterday, I called a barfly here and fucked her hard. No, that’s wrong. She fucked me hard. So hard the bed was banging against the wall and Desirae, thinking I fell, came rushing in. The blush that hit her face only had me thinking of how pink her pussy is and if I could make her blush everywhere. After her invasion, I wasn’t able to finish and sent Kate on her way, pissed off. Oh, fucking well.

Kate isn’t the only one who is pissed off. I’m pissed that I have blue balls! And my doctor will be more than pissed if he finds out I went against his orders and had sex at all.

The only good news that came out of that cluster-fuck was the realization that the doctor could suck it about his no sex rule. The only part of my body that hurt after Kate stormed out was my dick, because it was still rock hard and begging to finish. My hips, back, and legs were a little sore the next day from the way Kate had done her best to try fucking me through my own damn mattress, but it wasn’t that bad.

Since then, I have subjected myself to being the silent stalker at night. I’m not sure this is healthy for me or Desirae. I want nothing more than to have my legs working so I can pin her to the wall and fuck her with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and the noise she hears will be the sounds of her back and head slamming into the wall as I slam into her.

With the way my bedroom door sits open, I can hide in my chair in the shadows as she moves around my place as if it’s her own. Night after night, once I wheel into my room, she slides off the oversized T-shirt she wears around me and takes off that bra. Every step, her curls bounce, breasts jiggle, and ass moves in sync, all of them calling out to my cock.

What does she do that only makes things worse for me? She sleeps on my fucking couch. Oh, to be the leather clinging to her skin each and every night. She says it is to be close should I need her. Sure, I need her all right. I need her to climb on my dick and ride me until neither of us can see straight. Then maybe my eyes would stop watching her ass every time it sways back and forth as she crosses the room or her plump breasts as they bounce with each step she takes.

What’s worse is she’s not a fucking Amazon. She’s simply perfect: tight in the right places and soft where I want to grip. She has all the training to lift me and move me when needed without overexerting herself. She damn sure knows what she’s doing both for herself and for me. Every touch only makes me want one taste of her, just one.

If this obsession my dick and eyes have for her doesn’t stop soon, then I am going to start thinking she is a living, breathing drug, addicting parts of me to hers slowly, one piece at a time. An addiction like that could be dangerous.

In our line of business, I see a lot of ass. I see a lot of curves, titties, and pussy when the panties slip the wrong way. I have had a lot of ass and handled a lot of curves.

I look down at my large, calloused hands. I have massaged more than my fair share of titties. I have had tight pussy, loose pussy, fat-lipped pussy, skinny-lipped pussy, hairy pussy, trimmed pussy, and the sculpted for my pleasure pussy. I have seen it all, had it all, tasted it all.

I love women. I love their curves, their soft touch, the feel of their bodies against mine. I love sliding in and out as a woman’s pussy molds to my cock.

A woman’s pussy is a powerful thing, really. It is not a delicate flower. Its beauty is far greater than any flower, any painting, or anything of this earth. The pussy is a deadly weapon. It is like a Venus fly trap. It mesmerizes, calls to you, and then snap! It has you contained. Inch by inch, it molds to you. A woman’s pussy holds the power as you slide balls deep inside, getting lost to the sensation. No man has control once he finds himself in the depths of the perfect pussy.

Though I have had a lot of pussy, I have never found the perfect one. My fear is the perfect pussy, the kryptonite to my super powers of an alpha male, may just belong to a broad who calls herself Drill Sergeant Bust My Balls. Only in my fucked up life would I lose myself to a woman who controls my daily activities and wants nothing to do with me beyond her job, a woman who is in shit so deep I don’t know if she will ever see the light of day.