Page 192 of Callan

I pick up my watch from the nightstand and fasten it around my wrist, but I still can’t make myself climb out of bed.

My dick grows as I look at the half-naked woman at my side––the sheets up to her butt barely covering her.

Beautiful woman.

Raw.

Untouched by the craziness of this world.

And so alone, which makes this so unusually weird.

Life knows how to deliver blows to people.

I would’ve never expected someone like her not to have a solid man in her life by now.

It was my luck.

That’s why I said what I said.Life gets weird sometimes.

The more I think about Mackenzie, the more I want to have her all for me.

Every breath flowing through her arched lips.

Every smile beaming on her face.

Every crying moan.

And every quiver in her body.

All that be mine.

The question is… How can I possibly have someone like her in my life without fatally injuring her?

My hand goes over my stiff cock, adjusting some of the tension. Unfortunately, it only makes me harder.

I check the time again.

Truly, I need to get up, shower, put some clothes on, and make a few phone calls.

There’s no time for another round of sex. Besides, I don’t want to wake her.

If I do, we’ll need to talk.

If we talk, she’ll get sad.

Trust me.

I know how that works and don’t want that to happen.

I want her most recent memory of me to be me on top of her.

Or me pushing against her mouth.

Or me pounding into her.

That’s all I want. But the more I think about it, the harder I get. So, instead of moving away, splashing some cold water on my shaft, and leaving, I think about sliding into her without waking her.

Slowly, I push the sheets down.

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