I felt like I had hurt her a lot by making her suck my cock, and played with her emotions.
Seeing her cry, I was tempted to manipulate her thoughts just like old times, but doing so would be like lying to myself.
I wanted her to choose me willingly, without any manipulation, or else it would make everything feels fake.
"I'm sorry," I repeated. "I didn't mean it. I just wanted to cure you,"
She continued to cry, her shoulders shaking as she tried to catch her breath between sobs.
It was the first time I had cared about a woman crying like that.
"I know," she finally managed to choke out between sniffles. "I know you didn't mean it. It's just... it's just so hard."
'What was hard ? My cock or me telling you to suck it ?' My mind wandered into forbidden territory, but I managed to calm my emotions down .
