me to a relaxed state. Everyone is alive. Everyone is well. Everyone is healing. Reaper and his search party are still looking for Tongue. I hope nothing bad has happened to him, but at the end of the day, he’s a tough motherfucker. He’ll be fine.
Reaching behind my head, I yank off my shirt and let my scars breathe. They have been burning and itching, driving me insane over the last few days. I never tell anyone about my pain because I don’t know if it’s physical or mental. If it’s all in my head, I don’t want to admit it.
I unbutton and unzip my pants next and let my cock hang out. Maybe I will get undressed. I feel suffocated in these clothes, but I’m so goddamn tired. This is where an ol’ lady would come in handy. She could help me take off my boots when I’m too tired to fucking move. I’m not saying that’s what women are for—they aren’t. They are beautiful, strong creatures, and if I ever get lucky enough to gain the love of one, I’ll treasure it.
And hopefully in return, every once in a while, when I’ve been on my feet all day, she’ll untie my boot laces. She doesn’t even need to take off my boots. I can do it by kicking them off; I just need them loosened. I’m tempted to call Slingshot in, but now my cock is out, and it would be too weird. Jeez, I’m so damn lazy right now.
Goddamn it.
I’m not stuffing my cock back in either. The air feels too nice.
I glance at the time and want to cry in happiness when I see I have plenty of time to nap. It’s like waking up hours before your alarm and seeing you have hours of sleep left. It’s an unexpected gift.
Closing my eyes again, my sleepy mind takes an unexpected turn. I’m dreaming of Jo. She’s in regular jeans and a tight shirt, but it’s her jeans that have my limp cock coming to life. Her ass is divine. It’s big, bubbly, and made to be fucked. Every time she’s around, my eyes fall to the round peach, and all I want to do is sink my teeth into it.
My shaft burns, throbbing with need, and I wrap my hand around it, giving myself long strokes to ease the ache. I imagine her healed and happy, smiling as she slips off her jeans and tosses them at me. That turns me on more than anything. Not just because she’s half naked, but because she’s healed.
“Fuck, Jo,” I growl when she saunters over to me, turns around, and bends over. She pulls her cheeks apart, showing her forbidden puckered star. Her wet pussy winks at me, daring me to take both of her holes. I bury my face between her cheeks and eat her ass, plunging my tongue inside. She moans, pushing herself down to get more friction. I bury a finger inside her cunt next, and she cries out my name.
My cock is dying to get inside her ass, fucking that ripe hole until I’m filling it with my seed. I’ll pull out, watching the white cream leak out of her and drip to her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, tossing my head back as the fantasy gets out of control. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, not when there are so many milestones we have to cross before we can be together. I can’t help it. I’ve held myself back for far too long. I’ve given her time. I’ve given her space to heal, and it was a mistake. She didn’t need space. She needed me. She needed someone to care.
And I do.
I’ve wanted her from a distance, and now the miles between us are nonexistent. It’s time to take what’s meant to be mine.
The fantasy changes again, a different time, a different scenario. Her belly is round, and she’s in need. She rubs her wet cunt against my cock while we’re in bed. My hand cups her belly, and something about it turns me on. She isn’t pregnant with my kid, but I’ve claimed them. Jo is mine. The baby inside her is mine. I’ll protect both of them.
I bite into my bicep when my cum-filled sack pulls tight to my body. My scars are numb, and when I imagine plunging inside her for the first time, I shout my release. Spurts of cum jet out and land on my belly. “Fuck yes,