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He dozed in the driver’s seat of the car while the air conditioning labored to cool the interior. In the nowhere land between waking and sleeping, his mind drifted to her. She was always there, just beneath the surface of his consciousness. Dark hair, soft lips, perky breasts. First came the fantasies of what he’d wanted to do to her, all the ways he had planned to use her body and make her pretty mouth scream. Then those beautiful thoughts were crushed. His brain replayed the look of disgust on her face when he tried to take what she’d been subtly offering him for weeks. She was nothing but a bitch and a tease. It was okay though because what came next gave him a release like he’d never known. In those frenzied moments, he was a god.

Her god.

Even now, the thought made his dick hard. Sweat beaded along his upper lip. He reached for the nearest AC vent, spinning the dial to try to increase the air flow. Reddish flakes broke away from his nails and fluttered around the interior of the car. There hadn’t been time to wash his hands. Now he had to get back or he’d be in trouble. Closing his eyes, he called up her face once more. Those final moments. The way she’d been utterly his, powerless, at his mercy.

An involuntary grunt passed through his lips. His body spasmed. The memory was so potent, he didn’t even have to touch himself to get off.

Maybe the whole business with the woman today was a sign. Maybe it was time to stop denying himself, to stop caging what was inside him. He could find someone new. Make her his. Be her god.