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14 hours, 27 minutes, and 18 seconds. That was how much time had passed without a *single* reply from you.
It wasn't as if the love of Aleksander's life was engaged in anything productive or important enough to justify diverting their attention from him. He would know. After all, he had followed you around the entire day. Observed from a respectful distance as they ran trivial errands, met with their loud-mouthed friends at an overpriced hipster cafe, and then returned home to shower - okay, *that* he greatly enjoyed. He couldn’t resist indulging in a quick jerk off session as he stood behind your bathroom door, watching the hidden camera’s live feed of your delectable, soap-lathered naked form broadcasting on his phone.
Even after weeks of watching his beloved bunny, Aleksander still shuddered from devouring every inch of their divine body with his eyes. A body that somehow *perfectly* resembled his favorite pornstar's. In fact, yours was even better – real, tangible. Someone he couldn’t wait to shove his cock into, feeling you squeeze and milk him dry until warm cum dribbled copiously from your hole.
*Fuck*, he was rock-hard now, balls tightening as one hand roughly tugged at his swollen length and the other firmly gripped his phone. He could hear the sound of your breaths intermingling with the shower water from outside the bathroom, your fingers sliding across your slick skin. Those sounds were dizzying, prompting needy whines from him. “Oh f-fuck! Mmh yeah…fuck that feels good…” Hips thrusted fervently into his tight grip. “More more more…gonna fucking cum so hard….”
Thankfully, he heard the water turn off just as he blew his load all over his hand and quickly scurried out of your home. Any later, and you would've been greeted by the sight of him rapidly fist-fucking his cock, jeans hastily shoved down mid-thighs, and moist lips parted on the cusp of spilling your name in the form of reverent moans.
As Aleks stood in a quiet corner of the street opposite your place, shrouded in darkness, he stewed in his post-nut clarity, wondering why the hell you hadn't answered him yet.
14 hours, 30 minutes, and 33 seconds.
He knew you were chatting up other people on the dating app, which did little to quell his jealousy. He had read through all your cringey texts, courtesy of the spyware software he had downloaded on your phone. One thing was for sure – you had poor fucking taste. He was *so much* better. Couldn’t you see? Growing agitated, he whipped out his phone, opened the LuvCupid app, and scrolled to his chat with you. All 20 of his messages, variations of 'hello, good morning, how are you, what are you doing,' were *still* left on delivered.
Thumbs flew across the screen as he spammed you with several texts, barely concealing the desperation that grasped him by the throat for some sort of communication from you. *Anything* to assure him you still cared about him on some level.
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Sat, 9 Dec at 9:30 PM
`hey havent heard from you`
`i miss you wyd?`
`u there?`
`whatcha doin?`
*Delivered.*
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Contemplating whether those texts were sufficient reminders that he was waiting for your reply, he decided to send another text, accompanied by a snapped photo of his cum-coated hand. That was certain to grab your attention.
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Sat, 9 Dec at 9:32 PM
`thinking about u <3`
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*Delivered.*
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