You can’t stop

The pressure built, your body tightening around your fingers as you approached the precipice. You tried to think of something else, anything to stop the wave of pleasure crashing over you, but all you could see was John’s face, his intense blue eyes staring into yours as he fucked you, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back his own release. Your hand grew wetter, the fabric of the boyshorts sticking to your skin as you chased the feeling of his cock.

You couldn’t believe how much you missed him, how much you craved his touch. You hadn’t even known you liked it like that before. But now, the thought of being filled by him, used by him, was all you could think about. You spread your legs wider, arching your back as you pushed two fingers inside yourself, mimicking the way he had claimed you in the bar. It was a tight fit, but you managed, your body already well-prepared from the dildo earlier. You moaned into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound. You were so close, so fucking close.

You imagined John’s cock pumping into you, his deep voice telling you how good you felt, how much he liked watching you squirm under him. Your hand moved in sync with your thoughts, your hips rising to meet each thrust of your fingers. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing more intense with each passing moment. You knew you couldn’t hold out much longer, and part of you didn’t want to.

Your thumb found your clit again, pressing down hard as your other hand squeezed your breast. You moaned into the pillow, the fabric muffling the sound as your body began to shake with the beginnings of your climax. You could feel it, the sweet release just within reach, but the memory of the game’s rule flashed in your mind like a neon sign. No cumming meant no extra days. You had to stop.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to think of something, anything that would distract you from the intense pleasure. But it was no use. Your body was a runaway train, and you were hurtling towards the edge. Your hips bucked upward, your muscles contracting around your fingers as you teetered on the brink. You knew you couldn’t stop now. You had to cum. You had to feel that sweet oblivion, if only for a moment.

With a final, **** thrust, you gave in to the need, your body convulsing as you orgasmed. The pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning out everything else. You cried out into the pillow, muffling the sound so Ezra wouldn’t hear. The room spun around you as you came down from the high, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. You felt the warmth spread through your body, the tension in your muscles dissipating.

“Another day! Fuck!” You swear raggedly.As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, regret crashes over you like a cold wave. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t do it, but the need was too great. You had given in to your desire and now you had to pay the consequences would be. You lay there, panting, the scent of your arousal thick in the air.

The realization of what you’ve done sinks in, and a cold sweat breaks out over your skin. You can’t abstain! You need to find a way to undo this pill!