I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to bury my cock inside her, chasing my release, making her come over and over again until she begged me to stop or take her harder. To fuck her in every way possible, make her gag and choke on my dick, wanting to mess her up, break her and worship her at the same time.
She would take everything I had to give and love it, asking me for more because I knew she was going to be a good little bird for me.
We would have done it all if she hadn’t pushed me away. Guilt and shame stormed through her eyes, and she left me, ran away. And I let her, knowing there wasn’t anything I could say for her to feel better, at least I thought.
My cock strained my shorts again, and I groaned, wanting to go back in time and feel her again.
“Do you have any idea what you have done?!” Conner fumed, rubbing the blood from his hands with a wet cloth while I stared out the same window as before, only this time, her scent still lingered around me.