Page 72 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I want to give her what she wants.

What we both want.

The need beats down on me, as fierce and insistent as a hurricane. I stroke myself, jerking off with quick strokes, as I stare down at River’s body on display for me—her tits, her stomach, her thighs. I imagine myself painting that body with ropes of my cum, splattering my release all over her like another way of laying claim and making sure she knows she’s mine and she belongs here with me.

It’s so close…

I can almost taste it.

I can feel heat burning in my belly, feel the way it licks at my balls, tantalizingly close but not quite there yet. I jerk my cock faster and harder, taking a break only to gather some of River’s wetness on the palm of my hand and use that to slick the slide.

But I can’t quite get there. The monsters in my soul that have tortured me for so long are still haunting me, making it impossible to hit the peak I’m so fucking desperate for.

My cock starts to soften a bit on my hand, and the orgasm that was so close starts receding bit by bit, leaving me cold as the searing heat fades away.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice hoarse and choked.

I release my tight grip on my cock and collapse on top of River, burying my face in her neck, breathing her in.

Maybe I can’t fucking claim her yet.

But I still won’t let her go.

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