SHATTERED

"Well?" I challenge once more, and this time, he latches his flaming eyes, his chest jerking up and down in a savage breathing.

"Get your ass up, and get the fuck out!" His angered grumbling resounds through the silence besieging us, his lips oscillating as he speaks.

I pluck myself up with a smirk stroking my mind, but inadequate to manoeuvre its way to my lips. The bitterness I am feeling can't permit it to even flicker on my face.

His eyes remain tightly bolted, his godly outlines glowing at me. In as much as I abhor it, I can't suppress the craving he elicits in me. His allure is that dominant on me even now. I can feel my pussy throb with passion after my eyes land on the glorious protrusion beneath his boxer. My hands are trembling with the impulse to delineate this deep v-line down to the tent and massage his balls and shaft. I am squabbling the urge to rip off my fabrics and massage the small square bumps of his abs and the slopes separating them with my nipples. Perhaps, I