“Sakura,” I whispered as she lowered herself down onto me, “you don’t have to do this.”
She gripped on to my shoulders and glared down at me through teary eyes. Without saying a word, she dug her small fingernails into my back and nestled her p***y all the way down against me.
Pleasure rushed through my body, my balls heavy. But I didn’t want to take her like this, while she was upset and on the verge of tears. I hated the way she was looking—glaring—at me like I was a monster, like she needed to prove something to me.
prove “Everything I’ve done was to protect you,” I whispered. “I didn’t—”
“Stop talking,” she ordered, voice sharp. Yet I didn’t miss the way it cracked at the end.
Moving her body against me, she lifted her hips and dropped them back down on my d**k. I placed my hands
