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I crawled back off him, and I damn near tumbled as I set one foot down on the floor. My thighs quivered, but once I managed to stand fully, I frantically smoothed my dress back down, as though he could see through it and see the wetness from his tongue and my cream.

Embarrassed that I'd caved so easily, I smoothed my hair down and stepped away from the bed. I didn’t know what to do, what to say.

He beat me to it.

“Obviously,” he said smugly, then cleared his throat, “it seems thatyouneedme. Not the other way around.”

I whipped around to face him, catching sight of his stern glower.

Shit.

I turned and rushed out of his room, almost tripping over my duffle bag I’d set just outside the door.

8

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Inarrowed my eyes as Hannah’s mouth dropped open. Those luscious lips of her had cried so sexily. The memory of how she’d reacted to coming on my face would forever be etched in my mind. I already had a problem with dismissing her, but I had to now.

“Go,” I ordered.

But she already had. Before I could demand for her to exit, she’d run.

Watching her ass was a further tease I didn’t want, but I stared until she’d gone from my sight.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and exhaled a long, hard breath. All the pent-up frustration remained locked in me.

“Fuck. Me.”

Uneasy with how suddenly that had happened, I wrenched my eyes open. I winced at how hard my dick was, full and primed to unleash my cum. It stood up, tenting the sheets, and I groaned as I shifted higher up to sit on the bed.

I wasn’t invalid. I fucking knew that. Dragging my ass up the bed seemed like a challenging feat, though. Every inch of my skin felt too tight. Itching with the need to come, I wryly mused that it was a lot like coming off the morphine they’d pumped into my veins at the hospital.

“That’s bullshit,” I grumbled, glaring at my dick.

Hannah wasnota damn drug. She would not become an addiction.

I’d put her in her spot. When I pulled her onto the bed, that was my sole intention. To prove her wrong. All her high and mighty lecturing, boasting thatIneededher.

“Yeah, well what do you think about that fucking equation now, Hannah?”

I shook my head, glad no one could witness how shaken up and off-kilter I was after eating her out.

God damn, her sweet taste was delicious. I licked my lips, chasing after the lingering flavor there. Then I dragged my hand down my face, hating that I'd enjoyed it.

Not as much as I could have.

I stared at my cock, lacking the energy to jerk off and finish this burning urge to find some kind of release.

“No.” I wouldn’t. Hannah would not be reducing me to masturbating in her honor. Or memory. I was a dumbass to play with her. I wanted to show her. I planned to teach her a lesson about who needed what.

She’d lusted for me despite not knowing how to express it. I saw the intrigue in her eyes. I felt the excitement in her eager touch.

She needed me to get off, and I was a fool to go that far to prove it. But that was all that would amount to. Mocking her, taunting her. I held the upper hand here, demonstrating how easily she could be putty in my hands. She held no power over me.

But as my dick stayed hard, I wondered how good it would have felt to give her a deeper lesson. To command her to ride my dick and milk me dry.

“No fucking way,” I muttered to myself.