Chapter 32. Roses for My Rose

KROSS

I looked down at my hard dick as if it disgusted me. I shouldn’t be hard at the thought of her, but goddamn it, how could I not?

I want her. I know that like I know the color of the sky, but I couldn’t have her. And getting hard at the thought of her was wrong to me. So I was disgusted at myself because I usually had more control than this.

I had sex. I wasn’t some saint who doesn’t fuck. I did. I fucked like a damn animal. Sex was like some relief for me. But I only had sex when I knew I wasn’t close to my rut. So I fucked as many times as I wanted. But I had control, control of when I got hard. And that was why I never touched myself.

But now I found myself unzipping my pants, and taking my dick out. I stared at it like it was a stranger, watching as precum dripped down my length.

I didn’t want to. Goddamn it, I really didn’t want to touch myself, especially with the thought of her but I know I would have to if I wanted to get it out of my syste