The moment I stepped through my door, I turned every lock and leaned against the heavy metal.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
What the f**k did I just do?
What we’ve been dying to do.
I shook my head, then slammed it back against the door.
My d**k was still hard, wanting to go another round, ready to fill her again. It didn’t understand the gravity of what I’d just done, only the pleasure.
It wasn’t like any other time over the past four years. No charisma to charm my way into her panties and leave her soon after. I was out of my mind, overcome with a powerful need.
High strung, out of control, and the next thing I knew I had her pinned to the wall.
I forced myself on her.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
We didn’t.
Yes, I did.
She wanted it, begged for it, creamed for it.
“Stop!” I scream
