SAINT.
I hadn't been able to do anything productive all day, except jerking off in the bathroom with just one image in my head.
Since that lustful night with that b***h, concentration had become a joke to me. Even the sound of my pen scratching paper pissed me off.
It was 6 PM.
And yeah. I know I should be heading home now. But going back there? That was a f*****g trap. If I saw her again, I wasn't sure I wouldn't tear her apart, limb from limb or mouth to p***y, I didn't even know.
My c**k was rabid. That thing had a mind of its own now, pulling at my restraint like some feral bastard and demanding something it knew so well I'd never give.
I had jerked off on my fist until my c**k became sore. But it was never enough to quench the hunger Eve had stirred in me.
By the time we retu
