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her pussy clamps around my cock again and I know I’m close. So fucking close. But I don’t want to

pull out until she’s done so I lean my head down, upper body propped up with two hands alongside

her head, and kiss her again.

She whimpers, and squirms, and then finally, she lets out a long, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” and I know

she’s done.

I could go on. I could hold back, take a breath, and then fuck her for another twenty minutes. But

I’m too eager to let loose. So I ease back, slip my dick out, fist my cock and jerk my hand up and

down my shaft, the tip of my thumb sliding up over the head, and then… I come all over her stomach. I

watch it spurt out in a long, hitching stream. Covering her belly with milky white semen.

And then I let out a long sigh.

That’s when I notice tears running down her cheeks. That’s when I notice she’s crying.

“Hey,” I say, moving to the side of her and lying down. “Hey. What’s wrong?” I swipe the tears

from her cheek and then lean over to kiss her just below her eye. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I didn’t

know.”

She’s shaking her head. “No. No. I’m sorry. It’s just… I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Shit, Megan. Shit.” I grab my hair with one hand and pull her toward me with the other. “I didn’t

mean to force you. I didn’t mean to—”

“No,” she says. “No, that’s not it. You didn’t. I’m just… I’m just being weird. Don’t pay any

attention to me, OK? Just…I’m sorry.”

I stroke her cheek, conflicted and unsure, even though five seconds ago I was so fucking sure of

everything. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She covers her face with her hand and sighs. “I’m here. And that’s wrong.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because it’s all a lie, Johnny. And it was fine up until a few minutes ago. I could live with it

because… because you’re just some insane jerk who didn’t matter. But now… I dunno.” She pulls her

hand away from her face, revealing more tears. And God, that kills me. My heart cracks in two when I

see the stream of sadness running down her cheeks. “Now everything is different.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Me,” she says, pushing me away and sitting up. “Me! I was sent there. To that dungeon. They left

me there on purpose. They told me you’d come. But it took a really long time.” She sobs. And this