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"The biggest problem is: I still care."
P.O.V Harry Styles
"Fuck, Harry..." Jessica moaned once more when I thrusted into her. Her nails scratched my back and I continued my fast and violent movements.
She already came two times and I haven't released even once. But I didn't stop my movements when she had her first orgasm, I continued and harder. I needed to come, but somehow I can't. She has been whimpering and screaming the whole time and it's annoying me deeply. Why didn't I gag her?
My thrusts were becoming rougher and stronger, I was almost desperate to release. I don't know what's stopping me, but I called Jessica because I needed to distract myself. But even when I'm fucking her senselessly, my head keeps coming back to the conversation I had with my father. And, of course, Rose Elizabeth.
I shook my head quickly, trying to get rid of her image. But I kept imagining how does she look right now, with eighteen years old. I bet her legs are still fucking long, just the way I like it. I doubt her body has the curves I like in a woman, big breasts and big ass. She has always been so skinny and ballet practice won't get her the way I like. Not that I mind. I hope never to see her again.
My thoughts were interrupted with Jessica's screams and I closed my eyes tightly. I felt her cum around me and I noticed her clenching around me, trying to make me come as well.
Fortunately it worked and I felt my self finally coming. I have been trying for almost fifteen minutes and I couldn't be more tense. So you can't imagine the relief I felt when my orgasm finally arrived.
I got up from bed quickly, not giving myself time to rest. I needed to take a shower quickly and feel the cold water against my skin. I rushed to the bathroom which was connected to the guest bedroom, hearing Jessica calling me.
I ignored her and stepped into the bath, finally feeling the cold water agains my rigid members. I stood there quiet, without making a single movement.
Fucking was not the best idea to distract myself. I should be distracting myself with work or fights, not Jessica. That was such a terrible idea, now she's probably gonna ask me if I'll take her out for dinner, which I won't so she'll stay here bothering me for like hours.
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