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Chapter 15

What's next?

Let her go

"Please, Tim..." Allison's soft voice sounded pained. It was impossible to know if she was begging you to finish what you started of if she really did want you to stop. If the latter, she sure wasn't trying very hard to stop you.

Then you heard a soft sniffle. She was crying quietly. Her hair had fallen over her face when you threw her over the table but in the silent moment you could tell.

Your anger bled out of you slowly, almost stubbornly. You wanted to be angry, you wanted to make her really understand what she was doing to you. Perhaps you already had. But you also needed to get off. Your balls were already furiously uncomfortable, your dick achingly hard.

Allison's perfect ass was right there, and in the two years of your sexual relationship she'd never been shy about letting you take what you wanted or needed from her. That ass belonged to you, by rights.

But not like this.

You released your grip and backed away, still fuming. Your body was not happy with your choice, but you'd made up your mind. Mom or Allison or neither or both, this girl didn't deserve what you had been about to do to her.

After a confused moment, she stood and turned to look at you warily. Uncertain. Her eyes dropped immediately to your raging erection and she stared at it as she backed away slowly to pull her panties back up beneath her skirt. "Tim..."

"Just get out," you growled. You weren't positive that you wouldn't still change your mind and attack her after all. Your blood was running hot.

After one look at your face, she skirted around you to flee the study room without another word, leaving her bookbag forgotten on the floor.

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