Chapter 12: Ruger

Chapter Twelve

Ruger

M y hand slides purposefully over the length of my dick. I want to cum staring into this woman’s eyes. I need her to know how I feel about her. Talking won’t work. She’ll just find some way to call it racist. Touching her will scare the shit out of her, so this is what I have left to me. Touching myself and thinking about her.

She has lips that look like big, soft pillows. I could have them if I wanted to. If my hand were around her neck instead of around my dick.

“You’re really going to do that?” she asks, trying to turn me off by sounding grossed out.

“Keep talking. That’s really working for me.”

I pump my hand on my dick faster.

“You’re so disgusting,” Zayna says, but she can’t keep her eyes off my dick as I jack myself off in the shower in front of her. I let the water wash the soap away as I keep pumping my cock and staring straight at her. Zayna’s squirming almost makes me cum right there on the spot.

“What?” I tease her, hoping she gets all mad so the cum can shoot out of my dick faster. “You’re not gonna do it for me.”

She bites her lips shut. Not hard to work out what she means with that little piece of body language. She can bite those lips, but she can’t stop me from thinking about them. Her lips are perfect. They look like kissable soft pillows when they're closed... The more I stare at Zayna, the more I find myself curious about her. Fascinated by how fucking different she is. I want to touch her. I want to be with her. Those thoughts are enough to keep my dick solid as I stroke the length of my shaft, deeply enjoying every part of my fantasy.

Zayna parts her lips slightly, considering the risk she runs expressing her disapproval. Knowingly, her lips close again. I keep staring at her, pumping my dick harder to watch her squirm. Her face tightens with disapproval, but her gaze doesn't dare move away from my dick.

No disgust. No desire. Maybe it's the same fascination and curiosity from before. My body tightens, each muscle pulsing with awareness as I push myself towards a pretty fucking easy orgasm. Watching her is more than enough to get me going -- especially when the last woman I was confined with was Darlene.

"You're so fucking hot..."

I don't mean to say it. The words just jump out of my mouth as my dick jerks, sending a false alarm of adrenaline pulsing through me. Not yet. I'm close to a climax but... not yet. Zayna breathes slowly, her body tense and incredibly wary of my presence.

Because why should she trust me at all? Zayna's breathing slows down as mine speeds up. She presses her back against the wall, putting as much distance between us as she can -- but still watching.

"I wish I could cum in your mouth..."

Again, honest, but I don't exactly mean for the words to fall out of my mouth the way that they do. This woman gets me weak at the knees. Bracing myself against the shower door, I pump my dick furiously, desperate to drag myself over the edge. I'm close. So close. But my body craves so much more than this fucked up masturbation scenario. Zayna makes a soft, terrified whimper and I know that's all it will have to be.

She's in luck with all that whimpering because her soft, feminine and downright terrified mewls that she's so desperate to hide push me right over the edge. I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as I feel the first eruption from my dick. I cum everywhere -- and much more cum than I normally muster up.

The first spurt of cum flies out of my dick with so much force that my balls ache and as I brace myself against the shower door to field the mixture of pain and pleasure, three more spurts of my baby juice burst out of my dick and paint the clear shower door a creamy, white color. Zayna's relief is immediate and obvious. It's the first thing I notice when I open my eyes.

That, and she's looking at my dick again. Staring at it.

"It didn't even get smaller," she whispers. I don't think she means for those words to come out of her mouth and I pretend I don't hear them. My dick has been the subject of far too much conversation for my entire life. Even Doc told me when I was a baby, my dick was so big mom sent pictures to the entire family.

My egg donor fails to see why I have a problem with that to this day. Although that was honestly just the beginning of it. I could only wear sweatpants to school from middle school and I never liked going, never liked sports, never liked anything that put me close to other people. I only ever liked Doc because he was quiet and I respected him -- and he could kill a deer from over 600 yards with a clean shot to the heart.

Euphoria flushes through me as I catch my breath. My dick feels thick in my hands, even if I'm not hard anymore. I could go again. If I wanted to. If I even stood a chance of getting my dick inside Zayna. Judging by the look on her face, I won't be able to make that happen without a fight.

And I'm fucking tired of fighting.

"Get my clothes," I tell her. "I'm ready to get my ass to bed."

She skedaddles out of the bathroom without a sassy comment or a follow up question. The damn woman doesn't even ask where to find my clothes. Jerking off makes everything better. Zayna returns faster than I expect with a pair of black basketball shorts and a white tank top. She hands me my underwear on top of the stack of clothes without looking at me and I take the rest from her so I can suit up for carrying this woman off to bed.

Zayna seems even more relieved than before once I'm dressed.

"Bed," I whisper, patting her gently on the ass, trying to ignore my dick as she makes the softest, hottest yelp of surprise from my hand's contact with her soft, extremely tempting ass cheeks.