19Lucas
I enter the bathroom and close the door in a controlled motion, making sure it doesn’t slam too hard. Control—that’s what I need right now.
Control and distance from her.
My c**k is like a spike in my jeans, my balls so full I feel like I could blow any second. I’ve never come so close to f*****g a woman and then stopped.
I’ve never denied myself something I wanted so badly.
She had been right there, stretched out underneath me, her long, slender body naked and vulnerable. I could’ve f****d her any way I chose, taking my rage out on her delicate flesh while slaking the hunger plaguing me for so long.
Instead, I let her go.
Son of a f*****g b***h.
I stare in the mirror, seeing the fury and frustration on my face. She wanted me—I felt how wet she was, how her body was respond
