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“Do you have anything important to say?”

Meaning, this is not important, and I’ll do whatever I want.

“Good night, Elhyor,” he says with a knowing smile, and I don’t even give him time to say anything else. I close the door in his face.

This day has been way too long already.

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Elhyor

I’m finally alone, and normally, nothing would prevent me from getting a good night’s sleep.

That’s when I hear it.

The moan.

Her moan.

My first reaction is to think that maybe she hurt herself and is in need of help, so I run to the door.

My hand is on the handle, ready to open the door and barge in, when I hear her pants and moans mix.

All my blood goes south in a fraction of a second.

Isn’t she supposed to be a virgin?

I shake my head.

My teenage years were long ago—like, over two hundred years ago—and still, I can remember that I touched myself long before I buried my cock in a sweet cunt.

I can hear Brice in my head.Give her some credit.

The bastard’s advice shouldn’t be on my mind with my cock so hard and my thoughts swirling with the need to open that door and make her swear her fingers are the only thing that’s ever touched her.

No.

I shouldn’t even listen.

I’m sending her back.

My hand slides to my cock of its own volition.

Her moans grow louder, and still, I refuse to let go of the door handle as I adjust myself in my pants.

I should get away. I’m already on edge because I was cock-blocked earlier.

I also have the distinct feeling that I’m lying to myself when I think that it’s nothing and that it won’t change a thing.

That I’m going to be strong enough and not make myself come to the sound of her breathy moans.

Yeah. I’m lying.

I tried to come to the memories of her perfect little mouth just a few hours ago. There’s no way I can forget how she sounds when she’s touching herself.

I close my eyes, one hand still gripping the handle in a bruising way, and the other stroking myself through my pants.

I should stop. She could hear me.

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