Page 23 of Torrid Love

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“God, yes,” she pants.

Her response catches me off guard. I didn’t know she had it in her.

Jesus Christ.

The friction of her body against my desperate cock is so overwhelming, I fear I may never recover. This is way beyond my dirtiest dreams. I can only imagine how it would feel to slide balls-deep inside her tight warm pussy and fuck her hard until she clenches around my cock, squeezing me tight as she gives in to ecstasy.

Wait? What?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What am I doing?

Get your shit together, Rod.

Kissing my best friend isn’t supposed to feel this good.Jesus Christ.I can’t fuck her.

Remorse grips me at the idea I may lose the best thing in my life.

Reluctantly, I pull away from her.

Despite her protest, I manage to clear my head.

“I’m so sorry, Dom,” I mutter.

“Wh—what?”

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.

“Am I a bad kisser? I don’t know what I’m doing?”

God, no.

“I shouldn’t have…”I let my cock do all the thinking.“That was a bad idea.”

Casual pussy I won’t remember the next morning, I can handle. This with Dom feels so different. So encompassing. I’m completely unequipped to navigate this uncharted territory.

“A bad idea?”

The disappointment shining bright from her eyes is unmistakable. I’m riddled with guilt.

“I—”

She holds a hand up and cuts me off.

“Save it, Rod. I get it. I’m not your type. Duly noted. Like I said earlier, you should’ve gone after your skanky date instead of annoying the fuck out of me. Good night,” she turns on her heel.

“Dom—” I grab her arm.

“Let. Go,” she growls through gritted teeth.

This time I do.

I’ve already fucked things up enough. No need to dig a bigger hole for myself.

“When you see me tomorrow, ignore me. In fact, pretend I don’t even exist.”

Then she’s gone.

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