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I nod a quick hello, change, then find a heavy bag to hammer my fists against. It’s the only way I can think to get some of this frantic tension out, the guilt plaguing me as I replay the events from earlier.
One hour and the fire’s still burning, trying to guide me back to my woman bent over in bed. The second I felt her cream all over my hand, the idea of maintaining control was a joke. That I could somehow resist her seemed beyond laughable.
It was like I slipped out of the seat of control, giving it to the beast inside of me, the hunger that dominated my entire being. All I could think was how tight, hot, and sweet her pussy would be, gushing with wetness for me.
I didn’t think about the podcast, her unrequited love, or what Adam would say if he found out. Just the moment, the urgency.
I smash my fists into the heavy bag, not bothering to warm up. As a doctor, I know better. I’ve seen enough sprains and muscle tears in my time.
Hell, once upon a time, I cast Harper’s hand.
It’s difficult to think of her like that. It’s like she’s a different person now, especially when she was bent over, showing me her big round ass, the light glimmering off of it. Her sex was pink, soaked, and winking in the light too.
I could see so easily how it would go, with my massive helm parting her lips, pushing deeper until I was buried all the way in, and then I’d slowly pull out, making her feel every aching inch.
After a minute of easing her innocent pussy, I’d start hammering her, pounding so her ass jiggled gorgeously for me.
Then she said it.
Virgin.
The word erupts in my mind like my seed erupted all over her back.
I couldn’tcompletelystop when she said that. It made it so much clearer to me she’ll never belong to anybody else. She’ll always be mine and just mine. Her body will never know another man. Only me.
I had to dosomething. The seed was writhing, and my thoughts were aimed entirely at her. I also knew my woman deserved better than what I did to her.
Harper deserved better than a quick carry upstairs and having her jeans pulled down, not even the entire way. She deserved better than me, not even tasting her creamy slit, getting her even wetter before I brought my dick to her pussy.
She deserves a date, romance, and affection. She deserves to know how much she means to me.
With a grunt, I keep punching the heavy bag. It rocks on its hinges, whining, and my mind must be in one hell of a place because the noise reminds me of Harper—of her moans as I rubbed her pussy. Her whimpers teased me as I dragged my dick up her voluptuous thighs toward her sex.
She looked so angelic as she peered over her shoulder, more strands of her hair coming loose, her eyes wide, innocent, andmine.
I shouldn’t have left her like that, abandoned her half-naked on the bed, tangled in her clothes. I should’ve told her how much I want her.
Forever.
But then what?
In an ideal world, I’d ask her on a date. I’d try to keep the more possessive aspects of my desire at bay, at least for a little while, not wanting to overload her with the full force of everything I need.
But I can’t. I have to think of Adam.
I hit the bag again, again, and again.
I have to think of my best friend.
Not my woman, ass aimed at me, and the wordvirginon her lips.
* * *
That evening, I lie in Adam’s guest bed, struggling to relax as I think about the fact that hours ago, my woman was lying right here, bouncing up and down on my dick, her ass cheeks caressing me…
I roll over and pick up my phone. I’m normally not much of an anxious scroller. I’ve never been attached to my phone, but now I sit up and navigate to Harper’s podcasting website. Both Tiffany and Harper have emails listed.
I try to think of Adam sleeping just across the hall. The mere presence of my best friend should be enough to stop me from sending this email, but that pull is there again, that obsessive force, guiding my fingers.
