I sighed. “I really should let you go. This isn’t fair.”
My cock was hard. She was looking at me with her innocent brown eyes like she’d let me do anything I wanted.
“Stay,” she said again.
“I shouldn’t. I’m just horny because I haven’t blown my load in a long time.”
She looked a little scared but her words were firm. “I don’t want you to leave. I want you to show me what you were going to show me.”
“After it’s done, we’ll never see each other again.”
She thought about that for a minute. Then she said, “I don’t care.”
“You might tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “I won’t. Teach me something. Where I come from, the men are so timid. Show me something different, something real.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said, nodding.
I looked at her body. She was all woman. I looked down at my crotch. Her eyes followed mine to the raging bulge inside my jeans. She gasped.
I nodded. “Imagine what lies beneath.”
“Okay.”
“You want to touch it?”
She didn’t answer, but her eyes told me she wanted it. She wanted to open my belt and the button on my jeans. She wanted to put her hand inside and grab the girth of my shaft.
“I know you want to,” I said.
“Is it big?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been told it is, but how would I know?”
“I think it’s really big,” she said. “I can tell from the bulge in your pants.”
“You’re not exactly an expert,” I said with a smirk.
She looked at me. She wanted to kiss but I didn’t lean in. I didn’t want her to kiss me. I didn’t want her lips anywhere near me. I was toying with her, playing a game. There was no way in hell this chick was going to ever see my cock.
Her eyes were locked on the throbbing bulge in my pants. I knew she wanted to look inside. She was dying to see it. She was dying to pull it out and wrap her pink lips around it.
“I promise you, you’ve never seen anything this big before,” I said.
“I’ll bet.”
“You want to stroke it for me?”
“I want to make it come.”
“You sure?”
“Can I?”
I smiled.
“Spit on your hand,” I said.
She wet her hand with saliva. She was ready for me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted to rub that spit over the purple, throbbing head of my cock. She was trembling with anticipation, practically vibrating with lust for me. I leaned back in my seat and sighed. I looked down at my own lap, my penis still safe inside my pants.
“I’ve got to go,” I said.
“What?” she said. “No.”
“I’ve got to get off this bus.”
“Why? Please stay. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“That’s the problem, sweetie,” I said. “I know you will.”
“I’ll go all the way.”
“You’d make me come, wouldn’t you?”
“I swear I would.”
My heart wouldn’t allow it. All my heart could think of was Faith. She was my soulmate. She was the only woman to know the taste of my cock.
I grabbed my pack from the luggage rack, walked up to the driver and told him to stop the bus.
“We can’t stop here. We’re on the highway.”
“This is an emergency,” I said, showing him the handle of the gun under my shirt.
He jammed on the brakes.
The woman called to me from her seat. “What did I do?” she said. “Please, don’t get off now.”
The bus came to a halt and I jumped to the ground. That was too close. I was getting desperate. It had been so long since I’d tasted Faith’s *. So long since I’d laid my claim on her. If I didn’t get back to her soon, I’d die.
Once off the bus, it pulled away in a cloud of dust. I climbed the guardrail and walked into a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the highway. No one could see me from the road.
I opened the buckle on my pants and pulled out my rigid shaft. It was so hard it was throbbing in agony. I sat on my backpack and began rubbing my hand up and down on it, as if it was a piece of wood I was polishing. I felt the first pre-orgasmic throb and Faith’s face flashed before my eyes.
I continued, my hand sliding up and down, over and over. I felt the surge building in my groin, like a river rising against a dam. The rains had started. It wouldn’t be long before the flood.
I thought back to my first time with Faith. The memory of that glorious, mysterious night was always enough to take me over the edge. She hadn’t been shy. She’d known exactly what she wanted from me. That’s the thing about women. I knew so many men who treated them like they were some sort of delicate flower. The truth is, women know what they want, and if they find a man who will cut through the bullshit and give it to them, they’ll take it. They’ll take it all. And they’ll ask for more.
That’s how it was with Faith. Somehow, she’d known what she wanted the moment she set eyes on me.
My cock was close to exploding. I stroked fast. I looked down at it, bulging in my hand.
And then it started. Fuck me.
“Oh, God,” I gasped.