Page 42 of Breaking Away

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Fuck, I might not make it.

I need to run, but I can’t with this knee.

I grip my cock, squeezing it as I drag myself towards my room.

No, I won’t make it.

My hard length jerks, spurting on the floor of the corridor.

A mess spreads at my feet.

This is just attraction, right?

If I finally sink into her, does it go away? If I bend her over and take her clit into my mouth, will I find peace? If I help her move on and achieve her happiness, will I stop worrying about it? The shreds I was torn to, hearing her talk about canceled vacations and not being chosen haven’t repaired.

I don’t know what to do.

If I gain back that precious trust, does this miserable pain ease?

She didn’t need my hands or my mouth or my cock tonight.

And I want her so badly I can’t think straight.