Chapter 4

It’s cloaked – even manufactured – love for “Debbie.”

But deep down, it’s really the love he has for his temporarily forgotten wife back home.

Out of morbid curiosity, I search his mind a little and quickly find where he lives. I’m sucking a married man’s cock in his car parked in a back lot less than two blocks from his loving and completely oblivious wife. They have two young children – no, three – a newborn. Well, that’s just fuckin’ lovely. I’m destroying the family of a tiny baby before it even knows what’s happening.

Great.

But at this point, I don’t care. I just need his cum. I can feel my heart beating faster as I anticipate his seed. His heartbeat pounds a counter rhythm in my head. It feels like someone threw endless drums down an eternal staircase. The competing banging of our two hearts becomes an arrhythmic drone, drowning out everything but my lust.

If only something could drown out that ceaseless need that I have.

But nothing has been able to so far. And I have tried.

It’s too strong.

His dick is small and he knows it. He was teased mercilessly in school gym class. They called him “Little Dick.” His first name is Richard. He hates being called Dick. I need to get out of his head. I don’t want to know about him. It’s difficult to get out. Much easier to get into someone’s thoughts. But if I really concentrate, I can shut his thoughts out and then extricate myself. Mostly, at least. That spider web connection will remain. But once I’m mostly out, then I simply focus on getting what I need. And then I can toss him aside like all the others.

He smells clean. Like soap. I found him in the supermarket buying flowers. He probably had a date night with his wife planned. The flowers are lying, forgotten on the dashboard of his car.

They will become apology flowers, I’m sure. Guilt flowers. He may not come clean to his wife at first – or ever – but the guilt will surely consume him.

Why can’t it be just any cum? Why does it have to be the cum of a man deeply in love?

Questions with no answers.

I gently suck on his cock, slowly caressing it with my tongue. I reach out and drag one of my fingernails lightly across his balls and he groans. I can feel him pulsing inside my mouth. My heart is racing with anticipation as I taste some precum on my tongue. Faintly sweet and ever-so-slightly acerbic, but rich with promise. Behind closed eyelids, my eyes cross as a little more precum enters me.

That tiny sample triggers a switch in my head.

Now, my desire is a haunting ache inside of me. I need it now!