The moment William arrived at the penthouse, he went straight to his bedroom, banged the door shut, and unleashed his frustration.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he swore loudly, his body hot and tense.

He took a few deep breaths, trying in vain to calm himself down. Then he looked down at his crotch and saw the culprit there, stretching out from its confined space even more.

He was fucking hard, and all because of a teenage girl who did nothing more than constantly lick her own lips, tug her long hair behind her ears, blush, and give him that fucking lovey-dovey look.

He couldn’t believe how this had turned out. If only he hadn’t decided to go to that part of the town and take down those fuckheads of a gang a few nights ago. If only Savanah hadn’t turned up and decided that he needed saving. If only Joseph hadn’t sneaked behind his back and brought the girl over today, then he wouldn’t be in such deep shit now.

Sure, he had behaved like a lovesick man for the past two days, thinking about Savanah nonstop, but that didn’t mean damned Joseph had to intervene and bring her over to make him feel better, to stop him from mind-fucking himself, so to speak.

Fuck, Joseph knew better than anyone that Savanah wasn’t his type of girl. That if she were to get involved with him, shit was bound to happen. He’d ruin her life, not only in the sense that he’d have a bad influence on her, but that he had so many enemies, and those fuckheads would do anything to get even with him. Savanah, he knew, would be their prime target to get to him. And he certainly didn’t want her to go through that sort of shit. Not Savanah. She was too precious to him for that.

Yeah, despite the fact they had only just met and barely knew each other at all, he’d known in his gut the instant he had seen her that he wanted her to be his and his alone. And despite how much he wanted her, he knew he’d be the one to hurt her and cause her downfall because of who he was and the fucking sick world that he was living in.

That was why he had done his best to keep her at a distance. That had been why he was fucking cold toward her, to piss her off and make her run as far away from him as possible.

But then again, he couldn’t help himself, could he? He’d just had to destroy his tightly designed plan and throw all caution to the wind. He’d just had to kiss her again, hadn’t he?

But fuck! She had started it. All he had wanted was to know if she already had a boyfriend or not. And then she had to go and overreact. And how the hell was he supposed to stay still in the heat of the moment?

Her lips, though, had felt so fucking soft and warm and just so fucking addictive that he wanted more. Then, when she melted onto him, he knew without a doubt he wanted more of her. He wanted to fuck her—ruthlessly—with her under his control, obeying his every command, and begging him for more.

He wanted to make a fucking mess out of her.

He glanced down at his crotch again and swore under his breath.

Screw this. He desperately needed a real woman. Sooner rather than later, in fact. After all, he desperately needed a real good fucking to ease his sexual tension.

Noting that his cock was getting harder and that he wouldn’t be able to last long, he sighed. For now, however, his hand would have to do.

He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. Out sprang his large, fully erect cock. He wrapped his hand around it and started rubbing, up and down and up and down.

“Fuck!” he said under his breath as his mind wandered off, thinking about Savanah. “Sweet Lord… Fuck!”

He imagined her right here in his bedroom, wearing nothing but a corset that wrapped tightly around her middle. Her breasts and pussy were bare, and so fucking beautiful and inviting, too. He imagined her giving him that lovey-dovey look that he found so fucking adorable, it made his cold heart melt. He imagined her offering her lips to him for a kiss, and then her breasts, small but plump and the nipples soft pink. Then there was her pussy—wet, ready, and enticing.

“Sweet Jesus…” he mumbled under his breath. “Fuck. My angel…my sweet little angel, Savanah…”

In his mind, he eagerly slipped his cock into her pussy and started fucking her. In reality, he was stroking himself faster and faster.

“Fuck it!” he said, his eyes now staring mindlessly at his own cock. “You’re not even here and you’re doing this shit to me. Oh, Savanah, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

He rubbed himself harder and faster as his breathing became heavy and tight.

In his mind, Savanah’s little body was dancing erotically along with him as he was vigorously pounding her, driving his cock into the deepest part of her.

She was wrapping her arms around his neck now, and calling out his name, “William…William…” Over and over again

Then he came as she screamed out and wrapped her slender legs around him while she orgasmed.

A moment later, William stared at his own cum in his hand, chuckling.

“Fuck!” He swore.