My chest tightened as I slowed down.
I couldn't believe it, but I felt bad.
I was just so f*****g horny. My brain was so foggy with lust and the need to f**k, it never occurred to me that I might have f****d her dry and hurt her.
There wasn’t a thought in my head about if she was ready, or if she wanted to go again.
We made it to the door, and she once again asked if she could do this alone. I grabbed the back of her neck and stared into her eyes.
“No. That’s the final time I’m telling you.”
She rolled her eyes at me. Actually, rolled her eyes. “You really are bossy.” Before she moved out of my grip and looked at the door and steeled herself.
She really wasn't scared or nervous of me in the slightest. Impressive, or concerning. Which, I wasn't sure of yet.
I stepped back only
