Chapter 42

Very gently, he moved her hand away from his crotch, then slid out of the bed and stood. He made his way into the bathroom, closing the door before turning on the light. He just needed some relief and then he could go back to sleep.

Standing over the toilet, he took his cock in hand and started to stroke himself. Closing his eyes, he was able to easily conjure up an image of the woman just feet away from him on the other side of the door. Her body was a work of art. Every curve smooth and supple enough to fill his hands. Her long black hair was so soft, it didn't seem real. Her beautiful face, lips, neck, breasts. Everything about her was bliss.

He imagined what her pussy would look like. He'd forced himself not to look earlier when they bathed together, knowing he was too close to the edge with her. Was it bare? Or did she keep a landing strip? Did she go full bush? Jared didn't have a preference. He'd liked pussy no matter how it came and left the landscaping up to whoever he was