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I entered the bathroom and closed the door in a controlled motion, making sure it didn't slam too hard. Controlβthat was what I needed right now.
Control and distance from her.
My cock was like a spike in my jeans, my balls so full I felt like I could blow any second. I've never come so close to fucking a woman and then stopped.
I've never denied myself something I wanted so badly.
She had been right there, stretched out underneath me, her long, slender body naked and vulnerable. I could've fucked her any way I chose, taking my rage out on her delicate flesh while slaking the hunger plaguing me for so long.
Instead, I let her go.
Son of a fucking bitch.
I stared in the mirror, seeing the fury and frustration on my face. She wanted me β I had felt how wet she was, how her body was responding to me β and I still let her go.
Despite my body's burning need, I couldn't bring myself to rape her.
