DAMIAN
Call it selfish. Say it is depraving.
But I never assured you I was a good man. I'm f****d up in more ways than can count and I have scars to show for it but it doesn't mean I don't have an iota of what justice is…
“Oh f**k! Oh f**k! Oh f**k!” She clenches hard against my fingers. So hard that I fear they'd break from the force. Her head thrown back, she shamelessly rides on my fingers, milking it for all its worth.
…And it's the reason I can't let her go.
My pride would take the hit if I release her after what her husband did. I don't want to forgive him and therefore, she has to take the fall for it. Soon, she will.
She whimpers again, a loud drawn out cry of ecstasy but her hips doesn't relent. We're out in the open space, while she chases after her release like a s*x s
