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“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I shouldn’t want you.”
“But you do, Melissa. You do.”
“This doesn’t make any sense.”
“None of it will ever make sense,” I yelled. I gripped her hair, bringing her face against my mask. “There will never be a day where we understand why we’re here. Together. Right now. But if you don’t come, you’ll die wondering what could have been. What it would have felt like. What stopped you from giving in to your desire for me.”
“I want you so bad,” she cried.
“And I want you, Melissa.” I tightened my hold of her hair. “And I will fucking own you.”
She slid forward, onto my palm so that my gloved finger was right beside her slit. Then she fucked herself on my finger. My cock swelled, the ecstasy on her face blazing, roasting every part of my body, and she tossed her head back, her cunt clenched around my finger, squeezing it tight as she came for me, only me.
