Chapter 11

• I'm glad no one touched her, but that fear sometimes makes me howl in frustration. I'm a master of my craft, silly. No one can do it better than me. Experience is something you can't drink away. I even chuckled at my own thoughts. The girl wanted me very much, under my fingers was oozing with desire. Shit, I couldn't take it anymore.
• I wrapped my hands around my cock and started to move. She was so soft, wet, ready to take me. Her moans were driving me crazy, and it was a miracle I could hold back. I had to do it. Just one thrust into her. She'd see it wasn't so bad and relax, enjoying herself. But I did the right thing by letting her go. Yeah, it was the right thing to do. Butterscotch means a lot to me, and if I had done what I wanted to do, she wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me afterward. I did the right thing.
• Accelerating the movement of my hand, I imagined her flesh parting under my onslaught, the unnecessary barrier tearing, the moans bursting out of her chest from my movements. The discharge was violent and quick.