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The other guys are messed up too. Everyone has their own story to tell, their own issues, and I can’t deny that I need help.

“I don’t know about that,” I murmur, “but I do know that you have ruined me.”

He chuckles, and he glides his fingers across my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers. “So wet for me. What a good little girl you are.”

I snort. “There’s nothing good about me.”

Something flashes in his eyes, but I don’t worry about that. I climb onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him, and I fall back, forcing him on top of me. I rake my nails down his back, scratching him, and he shivers before lining himself up with my opening.

“Let me in,” he begs.

“Once you’re gloved.”

“Just the tip.”

I shake my head. “You’re liable to come.”

“I have more control than that.”

“Do you?” I demand.

He nods emphatically, and he grins. “Please.”

Poor guy. He thinks he can make me cave.

Not a chance.

I grab his wrist and tuck my heel around his ankle, bump my hips, and roll him over. I kiss the corners of his lips, teasing him, but he grabs the back of my head to force me to kiss him. Force is too strong a word because I want to kiss him.

Not just on the lips.

I squirm away, down his body, and I lick the tip of his sweaty cock before taking him into my mouth, and I barely have time to tickle and tease his balls before he’s coming.

“Shit,” he groans. “Fuck. I wanted to come inside you.”

I swallow the last bit and climb up to lie beside him.

“Why did you do that?” he demands.

“To prove my point,” I say as we turn to lie on our sides and face each other. “You would’ve come right away if you put the tip in.”

He gnashes his teeth.

“Ah, did you not want to come so quickly?” I ask, cupping his face.

“You just wait and fucking see. I’m going to torture you like you’ve never been tortured before.”

“Is that a promise?” I ask with a grin.

“A fucking promise,” he vows.

He kisses me as his hand wanders down my body and cups between my legs before his fingers go inside me. I whimper as he hits the one spot that makes my knees weak, and he hits it again and again…

But before my building orgasm can actually hit, he withdraws his hands.

Fuck.


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