And Addison, she hadn't said a word since lowering her head. Her silence stung like a blade. Her shoulders trembled, as though she'd been deeply wronged, refusing to even look at them. That sight alone twisted their hearts with guilt and helplessness.
Yet despite the emotional turmoil, Zion's body betrayed him. His cock remained painfully hard, pressed just against the entrance of Addison's pussy, as if begging to be let in, as if it had a will of its own, tempting him to surrender to instinct.
He was barely holding himself back, gripping Addison's hips to stop her from moving, stop her from plunging down onto him. He was just one thrust away from bliss… but also one thrust away from judgment.
One move could mean getting her back.
One move could mean her hating him forever.
