TIFFIN 3

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Just a warning that there is some descriptive smut ahead :) Please don't forget to vote and comment if you're liking the book. I love you all.

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                                                                                      HERO'S POV

God damn it. God damn it. God damn...

I sat back against the dainty headboard, feeling all the more furious. Nothing was solved. There were no clear answers.

Despite all this, I thought about the one person I ought to have forgotten. Kristina. After looking at our roll of pictures together, I couldn't bring myself to delete them no matter how hard I tried.

I could have cared less about my face. It was hers that was engrained in my mind. The way her red hair fell across her shoulders. The determined creases in her skin. The way her nipples looked underneath those tight dresses...

With my hand still wrapped around my cock, I massaged the soft skin. I bucked as I imagined her lying on her back on the glass table. Fuck that always got me hard.

I closed my eyes, giving into the pure ecstasy that was my memory of her. My finger flicked at the base of my tip as I heard her moan my name.

"Fuck... baby...."

My face contorted as I felt the first wave of my orgasm roll through me. With Kristina, everything was much more intense. The curves of her body alone were enough to make me twitch and now...

God. I was already reaching the edge and it had only been two minutes.

I felt a slight burn as I worked my velvet flesh more harshly. A ragged breath tore past my clenched teeth as I focused on my release.

Fuck me.

"Kristina Tiffin," I whispered through my swollen lips, "I fucking love you so damn much..."

Like an impending explosion, I felt the tension rise within me, making me arch my hips. I felt myself being lifted higher and higher over the edge until...

With a quick spasm, I cursed loudly not caring whether anyone heard me. I saw stars as I rode the aftershocks. For a moment I had reached pure bliss thinking about the woman I loved.

My arousal exploded out of me marking my stomach and bed sheets without warning. With a curse, I examined the state of me, wondering how I'd gotten here.

Crap.

Then, like a fucking idiot, I began crying.