Lance inhaled sharply, his breath leaving him as he reaches his peak in deep, hard thrusts. He gripped his partner’s hair tightly, caring less if it is painful because she is not the woman he wants. He wants the woman with gray eyes and a cold demeanor. He aches for her. Unfortunately, she does not. So, he has to settle for another because she will never be his and he has to wake up from his illusion. Is he giving up? He didn’t even get the chance to start.
Their skin slaps from one another. Its sound takes over the whole room along with the woman's moans and his grunts. He looked down at the woman beneath him, spread on all fours, her back on him so he could not get to see her face and ruin his mood.
He moved faster then bit his lip as he pulled out and spill on the sheets. Exhausted, h……
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