His To Save

14) Self pleasure

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The distant cries of an owl stirred me awake. But, was I really asleep?

It had been weeks since I had had a good restful sleep. Ever since the DNA report came through, my mind had been racing with a bazillion questions.

      I would soon be a father.
I would soon have a baby.

Would it be a girl or a boy?
   A boy sounded lovely, but a girl sounded better. Oh dang!
Never had I really considered about having my own child. And the reality of it was weighing heavily on me like the anchor of titanic had been placed on my shoulders for me to carry till I'd drop... exhausted.

    I had imagined if I was to ever have kids, Annie would be the mother, not someone like, her.

The universe was being really bitchy on me.

Fuck it.
Fuck fate.
Fuck destiny.
Fuck all of it.

     
    I broke my hard stare by a single blink and a single tear rolled down my right temple as lubrication moist filled up my eyes.

My left hand reached out for the night stand, grabbing the rectangular device that had been lying there for a few hours.

     With a single click, the screen lit up, chasing away the darkness that had been surrounding my face. But it was a bit too much. My eyes squeezed shut to the sting of the bright light.

Dang!
I had forgotten to lower the brightness before getting in bed.

   
And without the need to open my eyes, I clicked the screen here and there(trusting my memory) till I took care of the brightness.
Once the abusing light was weakened, my eyelids split, welcoming the sight of my wallpaper...a purple egg.

       I stared at it for a few seconds, just wondering why I had picked up the phone in the first place. Not like I had anyone to text or call.

The hoots of the owl struck again. They sounded...comforting, beautiful even.
I listened to them till they disappeared. Leaving me lonely once again.

    Without paying any attention, my thumbs moved about on the screen. And when they ceased, I caught a familiar radiant smile thrust at me.
   "Shit!" I cursed turning off the screen in a half breath.

How the fuck had I made my way into Annie's Instagram page? It had been over a year since I viewed it. I had chosen not to for the sake of my sanity and my very Annie-sensitive dick.

     
I took three sharp inhales to calm my nerves. My reaction had been a little silly. Come on, I was past this phase, right?

    That was such a believable lie.
In truth, Annie always managed to break through my alfa defenses to touch the vulnerable part of me. Making me sometimes act silly in private.

     
After a few senseless thoughts, I turned on the screen. Annie's face was still smiling at me. Her hair was in a ponytail, letting the world appreciate her beautiful facial features without any hindrances.

      That was my girl.
I was proud of her.
And my mind should have concentrated on that, but it focus to her chest.

The sheer golden top she wore had made a clear outlines of her pair. One stare at them, and all the times I had come in contact with her tits flooded my mind. A vivid image of the twins was recreated in there, sending familiar warmth down my body till it filled up down there.

     "No-no-no!" I groaned feeling my cock come to life.

I couldn't push out Annie's tits out of my head. And this only fueled the erection growing.

   My right hand tossed the phone aside while my left slipped under the covers to grip my now fully erected cock. Oh gawd it was so damn hard.

Hard as when it was submerged in Annie's mouth a day before.
     Fuuuck!

   None of these wild thoughts were helping at all. They were creating the damn opposite effect. They were only bringing back the intimate memories I had long hidden at the back of my mind.
   
My hand gave me a soft stroke, as my mind raced back to five years ago.

   The urge for self pleasure took over more powerful than ever before. And with little self control, I gave in to that side of me.

My bare feet slid off the bed and joined the neutral temperature rug on the floor while my hands felt around the night stand.    Golden light exploded into the darkness of the room when I lit the lamp.
With my other hand, I opened a drawer and snatched the bottle filled with scented lubricant.

     The emotional turmoil within me was such a bother, but my erection wasn't going to hear none of it. Mr P just wanted some relief, one that would probably leave me drained.

 
With my hard wood stabbing the air and a bottle of lube in hand, I made way into the adjacent bedroom...ready for war.

  Annie's previous bed was my safe space.

It was the closest place I could get to her as possible. Her perfume still lingered in the air, mostly because I had had the servants spray it almost every three days.

    As my naked body rested itself on the cold covers, a chill darted through my insides. It made its way down to the hard wood that was still pointing at the near space accusingly.

  
I stared at myself for a few seconds in the dimness, recreating an image of Annie's blowjob that had been interrupted by Paul.
      
     Reminding myself how the mention of his name always pissed me, I quickly omitted him from that memory and continued with my moment.
A few cold drops of the lube and my body shuddered a little.
Gawd! It was so damn cold compared to the scorching temperature of the tip of my cock. And yet, it gave me pleasure. Made me throb.

   The grip of my right hand descended upon my shaft as images of Annie's tits filled the vision behind my closed eyes.

  I saw myself touching, and sucking them.
Saw myself worshipping every inch of them. They were perfect. They were soft.
They were...glorious.

My vision deepened to her wet muff. She loved, really loved, being wet for me. I was damn sure she was bleeding of her feminine juices when she had been giving me that fucking blowjob.
       The mere thought of me having such power over her made blood pump through my body thrice as fast. Which kept sending me over the edge.

But I held on for over five minutes before my entire world exploded in the most powerful release I had had in years.
Letting out a deep horrendous growl while my body shook violently.

Five minutes of pleasure.
Five minutes of torture.

   And all I could think of as sweet relief thrusted out was how bad I wanted to bury myself inside Annie.

Also, how to wash the damn beddings myself before the servants came in to clean the room in seven hours.