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Sure, it’ll take some convincing…
That thought, of forcing myself on her—“Oh,fuck.”
Some manipulation…
My eyes roll to the back of my head. I squeeze myself because that’s what being in her pussy will feel like. Impossibly tight. Painfully so. So good. So good and?—
If neither convincing nor manipulation works, then I’ll put her to sleep, just for a little while.
She belongs to me.
I’ll own her, whether she likes it or not.
That last thought pushes me over the edge. Throws me head-first into oblivion.
I come hard, spilling my cum into the washing machine. Marking her other clothes.
Then another deviant thought crosses my mind.
The clothes already stained with my cum. Why would I wash something so deliberate, so personal?
She’d be a walking dream. Wearing my seed.
No.
I shake my head and toss her used sports bra into the dirty pile. Add soap to the machine. Turn it on.
The whole point of jerking off was tostopthese dark desires.
Seeing her in those filthy clothes would wreck me. I’d be hard in a fucking second.
And besides, it’s not sterile.
I shove the idea down and let the machine work.
Then I head up, taking the stairs two at a time. The farther I get from those marked clothes, the calmer I feel.
More controlled.
More calculated.
“I’m here.” I am, right by her side, resting the back of my hand on her forehead.
Fuck, she’s hot.
I’m more resolute than ever. More intent on treating her.
“Be right back,” I whisper, lowering my lips to the heated skin of her forehead. “Have to run you a cold bath. It’s for the best.”
She offers me a shiver and another one of her sweet hums as a response without coughing.
I’ll take it.
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ANDERSON
The bathroom fills with the sound of running water while Harper waits for me in her bed.
