"Sexy and fun! What a fabulous story! Nelle writes male POV like nobody's business!"--The Book Bellas
From the Author
Damn my assistant. She took off like the wind, leaving me horny as sin. My cock's so hard it hurts. And don't even get me started on my swollen balls. They're probably so sore because I haven't had an orgasm for ages. I still can't remember the last time I did.
My cock sticks up in the waist-high water like a rocketing torpedo. I stare at it. It's big. Really big. Bigger than I remember. It belongs in a cock museum. Or The Guinness Book of Records--"The Monster of All Cocks." I could seriously be a porn star.
The jets of bubbles gurgle in my ears, and curls of steam shoot up from the hot, sudsy water. Yeah, thank God, I can get it up again. I was worried. Worried sick.While a big flaccid dick gives a man confidence, a big erect one gives a man power.
Except my smartass assistant gave me a serious case of blue balls. She knew exactly what she was doing. And I think she did it on purpose to show me she has bigger balls than me. From the minute she showed up, she's been fucking with my head. No pun intended. I don't need this. With my damn amnesia, my head's fucked up enough as it is.
My memory's coming back slowly but surely. So, now I remember what a monster boner feels like. Or should I say, a neglected one. My raging cock is mad as hell. Berating me. "I woke up. Now, asshole, you better wake up and take care of me."
Katrina's going straight to her condo after she and her mother have cordials at the Polo Lounge. And that little minx assistant of mine would rather see me suffer than comply. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I'm going to ask my manager Scott to bring over her contract. I bet wanking me off is written in stone. But then again, what does it matter? I'm engaged. For some reason, I keep forgetting this or at least wanting to forget.
My throbbing cock shouts out to me again. Christ. It's threatening to fall off. I have no choice. I've literally got to take matters into my own hands. Desperate for relief, I wrap my fingers around my thick shaft and begin to slide my hand up and down. Harder and faster. I shut my eyes tight and imagine her magic hands following mine, picking up speed, pumping me just right. Oh, yeah! So fucking good! And then she grips the base, squeezing it while her mouth descends on the crown. She parts her full lips and covers it. Sucking and humming. The erotic sounds in my head mix with the gurgling bubbles, creating a heady symphonic combination. She goes down on my length, taking me to the hilt, and in a heartbeat, she's bopping up and down in sync with my hand movements. I hear myself groan. She's bringing me to the edge. Pressure is building in my groin. My cock is pulsing. Ecstasy is just a few strokes away. "Come for me, Brandon." Her raspy voice sounds in my head, coaxing me to climax. I pump harder. Faster and more furiously. My breathing grows labored. Colors swirl behind my eyes and every muscle tenses with anticipation. Yes! I'm about to have an orgasm of epic proportions. Finally! But just as an eruption is about to rock my world, another voice interrupts my fantasy.
My cock sinks like the Titanic. I wince. The pain. The humiliation. It's like I've been attacked by a weapon of mass destruction.I snap my eyes open. She glowers at me.
"Oh, so I'm not good enough for you?" With a fling of her head, she stalks off.
Jeez. You'd think she'd be happy to see my cock at attention. Take advantage. I mean, she's been begging me to take Viagra. Complaining about my ED. Shit. Maybe she's the source of it. The truth: It wasn't her hands and mouth I was fantasizing about.
They belonged to someone else. My infuriating assistant.
What the hell is wrong with me? I stare at my deflated cock. I'm engaged to a woman who loves me and I'm fantasizing about another who loathes me. Maybe I am the biggest dick in the world.