Chapter 259 Mine

As I watch Isla through the hole, I am reminded that occasionally Rebecca would get me in such a frenzy, I’d have trouble controlling myself in public. She was so beautiful, such a graceful dancer and her intoxicating floral perfume would drive me mad. I’d want to take her into a hallway bathroom and ravage her on the sink during a dinner party. I never did.
Even in all of those times with my wife when I had trouble controlling myself, never once did I feel the earnestness I feel right now. My cock is so hard, I feel like my suit pants are about to be torn to shreds much like they are when we don’t strip before we shift. I'm feeling the urge to burst into her room.
I know that I’m liable to scare her, and with my heart pounding in my chest and my dick ready to spring out of my pants, I’ll likely hurt her if I can’t find a way to control myself, but in my mind, she’s lying in there, spread wide open, waiting for me, her hand stroking her pulsing pussy. No, I need her. I need her now. I won’t be able to control myself. The door is no barrier to me, even if it’s locked, and I don’t even bother to knock.