Thursday, January 12, 2012

Janowrimo, Day 7 of 30. Word Count: 54

"Don't Come."

"I'll come if I fucking want to."

"You'll regret it, little girl."

"No, I never regret orgasms."

She still tried to shift when it hurt her. It was like holding on to two people at once, both squirming in agony. He grinned. This night was going to fly by... For Him.

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