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[Runaway Bride]

ZAIDEN

Over the years, even recently, I have had my share of women in my bed, ranging in size, ethnicity, and background. I wasn't fussy when it came to the ladies. How could I be? Especially when they were the ones throwing themselves at me.

That wasn't me being a jerk. Neither was it me labeling myself as a player. Far from it. If anything, it was me depicting how different it was with all those other women compared to this moment with my future bride.

With those women, I gave them control. I told them what to do and how to do it. After all, they were so eager to please me. I never had a problem with it. Still, remembering all my unsuccessful climaxes, in contrast to being on the verge of coming in my pants, it was hardly a fair comparison.

Cassidy moaned. She pressed her lower body against my pulsating shaft, the sounds of her desire mingled with my groans. I left her lips, lowered my mouth to her voluptuous bosom and took a stiff peak into my mouth, watchin