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“That’s what you meant?” I asked on a low growl, pulling her out of her trance.

Her eyes flashed open, pupils narrowing on me.

My cock swelled, chaffing against my jeans. Fuck. I gawked at her as she rubbed herself. She was fucking masturbating in front of me without a care in the world. I couldn’t wrap my head around the complete absence of shyness. Was this what she wanted from me earlier when she kissed me?

I couldn’t do this—shouldn’tdo this.

Shouldn’t be standing here watching her like a preteen watching his first porn video.

“I thought...” Maddie’s lip quivered. The look of betrayal cut her face away from pleasure. “You said I could—”

“You can,” I said.

She started to touch herself again, and my cock jerked to attention. I fled her bedroom, closing the door behind me. Rocking back on my heels, I listened. Only the sheets rustled and the bed creaked. I couldn’t hear her.

I wanted to hear a moan fall from her lips. Fuck me, I wanted to be the one to make her moan. To draw her into a screaming orgasm. Her fingers weren’t necessary. She could have my fingers. My mouth. My cock.

If I stood here long enough, she would have to make a sound, but I’d also come in my jeans, and I didn’t need that mess to clean up.

Walking to the bathroom beside Maddie’s bedroom, I turned the shower to cold. Maybe that would send my balls into hibernation inside of me. I needed to forget about Maddie and shock my system back into reality. Maddie was broken after being held for what? Fifteen years? Sixteen? She’d been used in every wrong way, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of her like that. But as I shed my clothing, my cock sprang free, and I stepped into the shower, everything I could do to her body and that pretty pussy came back to me.

I would take her in the kitchen, pushing her up on the counter and opening her legs. I would kneel in front of her and press my lips to her pussy. I would lick her, suck her clit, and thrust my tongue inside of her until she came hard on my beard.

Oh, all the places I would have her. In my Bronco, on my bike, hell, wherever the mood struck. How I wanted to drive my fingers into her cunt, palm her clit, and send her spiraling into bliss.

It sounded like a goddamn Dr. Seuss book.Oh, the Places I Would Fuck My Nizhóní.

My beauty.

And I wanted to write every single line with her.

I would lay her down and place her legs on my shoulders, pistoning my cock deep inside her. I would watch my cock raise the small of her belly. I would shove deeper and harder inside of her. I would feel her clench around me and listen to her beg for more. I would move exactly as she wanted.

Do whatever she wanted.

My mouth. My fingers. My cock. I would give my body to her to hear her moan and then scream my name.

My cock was already dripping with precum. The cold water brought goose bumps to my skin and shrank my balls, but it couldn’t hold back the blood rushing to my cock. The head was fucking purple, as if I had been holding myself back. I was, but I couldn’t do it any longer.

Turning the water to warm, I stroked my hand down my cock, imagining it was Maddie’s small hands. She would gather me up and rub me up and down. I closed my eyes, remembering her edges as she changed. Her skin was milky white from the lack of sunlight, but we’d change that. Scars told her story, a palimpsest of Maddie. Her bones protruded from her skin, too sharp. She could cut me so easily, and I would give all my blood to her. I would spill myself for her. With a few more strokes, I spilled myself all over the walls of the shower. My cum thudded to the shower floor.

“Fuck,” I groaned. My knees quaked as if I had been deep inside of Maddie, feeling her clench around me. In my mind’s eye, I had. Just the thought of her was making me weak.

What else was she going to do to me? She was already molding me into what she wanted: a Dominant to her submissive. After everything that happened to her, she—of course—was submissive. She needed someone to help her.

With the cold water washing over me, I pressed my head to the cold shower tile. My cum dripped down the shower wall, and I traced a finger through it. Disgust curled in my lower belly. My semi-limp cock swayed between my legs as the reality of my sick nature set in. I shouldn’t have jacked off to thoughts of Maddie. A fucking victim. I should’ve been stronger. Less like everyone in her life who had used her.

“Fuck,” I snapped at myself for my stupidity.

My daddy would’ve backhanded me, and I would have deserved it.

Maddie needed a companion, not another fucking creep. What had the Warden said? I would be helping her. That was laughable. How was fucking myself while imaging her hands on my cock going to help her?

I was weak.

Stupid.

She needed someone better than me.

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