Eighty-Three

Eighty-Three

Seth

I could see the desire in eyes flair up as I grinded into her, causing my dick to stain harder in the shorts I wore, the hunger to be buried deep into her taking control of my senses.

I couldn’t control myself around her. Not one bit. Not when she gazes up at me with those sultry yet innocent eyes like she was doing now that our eyes were glued to each other’s through the mirror.

She had a control over me far deeper than what she thought. It was like a spell, an entity living within me like a virus, spreading to every part of my body but something I couldn’t live without. If it were ripped out of my soul, I would no longer live.

That was my love to her. And it scared me. it scared me how fast I had forgiven her for trying to kill me. for lying to me and every other heart wrenching thing she had done.

I had no idea when I turned to a beggar for her affection. But she was making it harder and harder to resist kneeling before her and begging for her love.

“You have two