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It started off the same, another lonely night on the road, finishing ritual after ritual, and counting down the days until he would return to your side. Terzo had often found himself staring at the ceiling of the tour bus. Listening to the rumbling of the road passing beneath and the chattering of the ghouls, that went well into the night, while his thoughts remained diligently on you. Most nights he would call, his heart pounding in his chest to the sound of your voice answering on the other end. Both of you were always so happy to have a small moment together, even if you were miles and continents apart.
Tonight would be different, and while you had warned him that you were going to be out celebrating an engagement with the ghoulettes, it didn’t make a bit of difference. When he returned to the bus, unable to reach you, he was deviated. The ghouls had decided to head off in their glamours. Searching for a place open late to get a drink and maybe a bit of trouble. Terzo stayed behind, tossing off his gloves and dragging himself out of his suit, only to lay there alone in his bed. The empty metal ceiling staring back at him once more, reminding him of his loneliness.
He allows himself to imagine your face there. The way your hair would cascade down from around your shoulders as you hovered above him. That wickedly sexy smile that sent his blood surging through him. Even the thought of you, the memory of your touch, excited him.
He imagined you there with him. Your full breasts rising and falling with your breath. The curve of your hips in his palms and the sweet wetness of your cunt. Terzo couldn’t help but rut against his boxers, shifting until he couldn’t deny himself anymore. He had only barely grazed the tip with a finger and his cock was at full attention.
He scrambled out of his confines. Tossing his boxers to the ground and rolling over the tip with his finger. Gathering some precum to aid his glide, before deciding to spit into his hand. He took hold of his shaft and fully enjoyed his fantasy. His cock, hard and throbbing as it slipped tightly through his fist. The pressure from his thumb just where he liked it, pressed against the underside of the base.
Terzo lifted up his hips, imagining you riding him as he fucked into his fist, rhythmic and slow. Memories of how it felt to have your cunt surrounding him, pulsing against him, your fluids wetting his lap, making him drool. It was nothing short of ecstasy to be inside you and the memories of how your warm pussy felt, tugging against him as you bounced away, elicited a groan.
It wasn’t long before the cabin filled with the sound of his breathing, hastened and labored. He quickened his pace, closing his eyes and biting down on his lower lip as he inched ever closer. He continued, bringing himself up onto his knees while envisioning fucking you from behind. Your round ass hitting his pelvis with every thrust. Both of you, covered in sweat and satisfaction.
He imagined you clenching up, your body shaking as you came. How you’d push back hard against him so he could get deeper and deeper inside. The thought sent him over, his breath hitching and strained. He whimpered as he spilled his seed over his tightened fist. The cum, pouring gleefully over his fingers, when he heard the door opening.
“Need any help Papa?” You asked him, dropping your bag in the doorway. You were thrilled to have caught him. The sight of his glistening hand, making your pussy ache and already getting wet. You licked your lips and began to undress, needy for him to fill you.
You too had missed him. So much so that you dragged yourself halfway across the globe to surprise him. He was grinning ear to ear at the sight of you. “Amore, is it really you?” Terzo asked, panting heavily and eyes glazed over with lust.
“Yes and it seems I came just in time.” you giggled, putting your hands behind your back to unfasten your bra.
“I was…uh… thinking of you.” Terzo growled, beginning to stroke himself once more as you watched him.
“I see…think you can do it again?” you asked him, his cock already hard once more. Terzo laid back on the bed, his cock pulled slowly in his right hand while he beckoned you with the pointer finger on his left. His mismatched eyes, looking hungry and insatiable as ever.
“Always…now get over here right now.”