Conflicted Feelings

I lube up my cock and Vincent hole before laying back on the couch. I wanted to give him the control to set the pace. I watch as he nervously straddles my lap and slowly lowers himself down my cock.

Vincent immediately begs to stop but I guess he didn't realize he was the one in control. Despite what he was saying, he kept riding me. "W-What's going on with my head? I can't help but to keep going."

"It means the process is working. Whatever your body is feeling, listen to that. It shall guide you to where you need to be."

I feel Vincent virgin hole open up for me as he bounces. It's always amazes me how this rock just influences someones capabilites like that.

"Allow me to take control a bit. Slowly unravel those pesky feelings inside you."

Vincent gets on his knees, placing them by my side. This way, I have more control with the motion and pace.

Here I was, having a fine man whose never been made to feel this way. His mind probably running in circle between his faith and what he's desiring at this moment.

"All for my wife... All for my wife..." He keep repeating, but every touch of my hand makes his cock jump. Every slow thrust into him drives him mad.

Suddenly, Vincent rises up, his legs shaking. "T-That's enough. I'm gonna call my wife." I curse inside my head as I see him call Willa.

"Don't be so rash Vincent. We can just end-"

"I'm ending it now alright. Don't push it!" I sigh as I let him do as he wishes.

He remained naked as I got dress and Willa returns. "Is everything alright?"

"It's best that I go. Seems your husband would like a chat with you and I rather him not feel overwhelmed with me talking."

I leave in a hurry as Vincent comes into view. I check my percentage and see it reached eighty percent. "Great... how the hell am I gonna finish this now?"