clenches and my balls draw up.
I want to find her, I want to know her name, I want to fuck her over and over. My hand is moving rapidly, and I can feel the heat as it spreads down my shaft, ready to explode from my swollen tip.
Harder and faster, I work my cock. The sexy little vixen is my muse, her body the canvas I want to paint with my cum. With one final pump, I squeeze the crown as cum shoots out, spilling over my hand.
A light grunt escapes my lips as I drop my forehead on the wall and let my body relax deeper into the water as the orgasm burns through my muscles.
I stay like this for a few minutes, enjoying how much lighter I feel. Rinsing my hand off in the water, I watch the puddle of cum as it swirls around my foot and disappears down the drain.
Washing my hair and body, I turn off the water and grab a towel to dry off. Wrapping it around my waist, I go into my room. I still have twenty minutes before Daniel expects me, so I flop on the bed and let my body get sucked into the mattress.
Oh my God, this is so much better than the prison bed. I'll just rest my eyes for a little bit, then I'll go to this dumb meeting.
Closing my eyes, I wake up to my phone going off. I'm a little dazed. I must have fallen asleep. Picking it up, I focus my eyes and see it's Daniel.
Screw it, he can wait.
Sending him to voicemail, I rest the phone on my chest and try to fall back asleep. Within seconds, my phone goes off again, so I send him to voicemail a second time.
It becomes a cycle like that. He calls, I hit decline, repeat over and over until eventually he just stops. I'm exhausted, my body feels drained. I didn't get much sleep last night and it's definitely caught up with me, because I drift back to sleep easily.
Blinking my eyes open, I can see the clock on my nightstand. It's two hours later, well past the time Daniel told me to be at the office. Checking my phone, I have seven missed calls, seven messages, and ten text messages all from my boss.
There's no point in reading or listening to any of the messages because I already know what he's going to say. He's pissed and I'm a fuck up.
Getting out of bed, I put on some clothes, and throw a little gel in my hair so it doesn't look like I just woke up.
Driving to Daniel's office, I stop for coffee and a sandwich on the way. I'm already late, what's a few more minutes?
The door closes behind me with a slam. The secretary, Carla, looks up at me from behind her desk. Dipping her head, her glasses slide down the bridge of her nose. I feel like a kid getting sent to the principle.
“You're late. Daniel expected you hours ago.”
“He should know better by now. I don't do well with time restraints.”
“I'm serious, Phade, he isn't happy with you.”
Strolling up to her desk, I grab a handful of candy from the small jar and throw a piece into my mouth. “Is he ever really happy?”
“Don't say I didn't warn you.”
“I never would.” Winking, I get a pleasant little smirk from her as I walk to Daniel's door and knock.
“Yeah?” he asks. His voice sounds muffled, like he's got his head buried in something.
Opening the door, I poke my head in, and see him reading the newspaper. “Hey, I'm here.”
Slamming the paper down, his eyes open wide, exposing all the white. His mouth is tight and thin, thick lines run across his forehead as his brows drop in hard.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he demands, as the whites in eyes explode with crackling red veins.
Oh wow, he is really pissed.
Taking a step inside, I close the door. “Daniel, I—”
“Don't you try and give me any of your fucking excuses!” Pounding his fist on the table, he growls. “You've been screwing up left and right. Getting drunk, getting into fights, acting like a damn fool! It's not just your face those reporters see, it's mine too!”
I hold up my hand and smile. “Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal, not a big deal. . .” Pausing, he lowers his head into his hands and presses his temples. “You think