#Chapter 92: The Replacement

Asher As Cynthia ran from my room, I tried to chase her, but my mostly-hard condition made me unable to do more than lurch toward the door. By the time I reached the hallway, she was gone. Holy hell. Holy shit. What. Just. Happened. I hadn’t meant to pull her into my lap like that. My intention, at the start, was to have her sit on my thigh by the knee, and get comfortable leaning into me. But when she came to stand between my thighs… When she looked at me like she wanted to unwrap me, a gift just for her. I ran a hand down my face. I had pushed her too fast. God, she probably hated me. It was just… when I had her hands on me, I could barely control myself. She was so fucking hot. And she wanted me. When she guided me to her breast, with her nipple so hard I could feel it through her clothes, it took everything in me not to rip her shirt clean off of her and ravage her the way we’d both wanted in the moment. I needed to remember to go slowly. No, I needed to remember not