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Shit. Fixing our relationship wasn’t an easy task, when
we had a time limit. If only Lila was here…
No. No. Fuck, NO!
My hand landed beside my head, and I slapped the wall.
She was the last person I wanted to think about, right now,
but damn it, she was everywhere. In my head, in my every
thought, in my dreams.
I tried burning that stupid dreamcatcher, but it felt like I
had torn out a piece of my heart. My left hand was still sore
from the burn it took, when I saved that damn necklace
from the fire.
The mere thought of her drove me crazy, an insane
desperation for her. I quickly soaped up my body, angrily
rubbing my skin, until it itched and burned. Now that Lila
had made her way back into my head, I couldn’t stop
thinking of her.
Her voice.
Her brown eyes.
Her sweet fucking smile. Her mischievous smirk.
Her slim throat. Her scars…
Her juicy ass. Damn it. And now, I was hard.
My hand drifted down to my dick. I gripped the base and
squeezed my length, before stroking myself once, twice,
and then my dick jerked, as I added more pressure. My
hand glided around my dick, easily, and I hissed, as the
pressure grew, my hardness growing thicker in my palm. I
fisted my cock tightly.
I was assaulted with every image of Lila. Her sexy grin,
as she laid on the bed and legs spread open for me. I
imagined Lila on all fours, ass in the air. That was the thing
about imagination. You could turn it into anything you
wanted.
In my head, I cupped her ass and squeezed. Slid my
thumb between those two pale, juicy globes and caressed
her tight, little hole. My balls grew tight and heavier