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Bridget doesn’t, begins rocking into her hand, moaning.

Fuck, I need her, I need her so bad.

I grab my cock, stroke it with a squirt of lube to make sure I’m as slippery as I can be.

I kneel on the edge of the bed, press the head to her last virgin hole.

I pop in more easily than I expect. The toy and my fingers must have loosened her enough.

Her head flicks back, dark hair flying. “Oh, fuck.”

“Easy…” I press a hand to her upper back. Not harsh, but insistent. “I’ll go slow.”

The tightness is incredible, the way my cock squeezes into her.

And though the pleasure is sublime, it meets a different feeling in my stomach.

Betrayal. Of myself.

I didn’t come here to fuck her. At least not first. I came here to tell her what I feel. What I need her to know.

I’m a coward. I can posture and dominate her all I want.

But when the rubber hits the road. I’m a fucking coward.

“Please, more, Sir.”

I snap back into reality.

Have to maintain composure. Have to hold on.

I inch further in, thrusting slow and shallow inside her, letting her body guide me in deeper when it’s ready.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she groans, pressing her face into the bed, her muscles relaxing.

Bridget’s making sounds I’ve never heard before.

Bringing her pleasure means the world to me. So, I keep going. Try to lose myself in controlling her. In claiming her.

However, it becomes clear with every building block of pleasure inside me that I’m not losing myself in the control.

I’m losing control.

Not of my body, god no. It would never be that bad. I’m good with the control of my body.

No, it’s the emotions and thoughts fluttering through my brain. Confusing me. sending tears pricking into my eyes. My head is starting to hurt with the loud cries of the past. The empty and brittle vacuum of my future.

If I continue to hold everything in, I’ll never get anywhere in life. Who cares about the money and the power without anything to show for it? Without any world to go home to.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” Bridget moans.

I’m not saying anything, not giving her anywhere to pour her affection for me.

I keep trying to form words, but nothing comes out. I just…fuck her.

She feels amazing. And yet, I feel nothing. So lost in my own head that the euphoria inside me pales in comparison to the chaos of my mind.

Bridget begins to thrust her hips back to meet mine, taking me as deep as I’ll go. “Yes, yes, yes, please, Sir. Please make me come, Sir.”

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