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Instead, I try not to breathe too loudly.

Watching him pleasure himself is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Especially when I know he’s thinking of me.

Damn, I want to touch myself.

He’s pumping his cock so achingly slow, his eyes shut in ecstacy. It’s maddening.

“God…” he whispers, and I can’t help it. I press my back against the wall and slide down to the floor. Pushing my cup of milk to the side, I dive into my flooded panties.

I rub my wet and swollen pussy, obsessed with his ragged breathing and soft whispers.

I press my head back and bite my lip, as Sully moans like no one's listening. As his sounds speed up, I match his rhythm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans, and I’m right there with him.

He grunts, exploding into a muffled roar, and I’m sure he’s got a pillow over his mouth. The bed creaks as I know his body is jerking and convulsing as he shoots his load.

I turn to see if I can catch sight of it, and I watch the last splashes of his seed fly from his massive cock. Oh my…

My orgasm rips through me and I clamp a hand down over my mouth to keep from screaming. Pleasure ignites all over my body and I ride the waves, my eyes screwed shut, pussy throbbing with the aftermath. I’m drunk with it all.

I roll back away from the door to catch my breath.

Creaking, a groan, and the sound of footsteps sober me up quick.

He’s walking toward the door!

I flatten myself as close to the wall as possible, waiting.

Then the door closes with a fast click.

I blow out a breath of relief.

Body still shaky, I grab my milk and get up to walk back to my room.

After that, I won’t need the milk after all.

CHAPTER 5

SULLY

Before I step foot into my kitchen I can smell breakfast.

The aroma of bacon beckons me and I follow it like a swirling tendril of scent you see in those old cartoons.

Talia’s moving about the kitchen as if she’s been here for years. Just like yesterday.

It’s adorable and she’s so fucking sexy, it hurts.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Breakfast,” she deadpans.

“That’s not part of the deal.”

“I know. I just felt like making breakfast for you.”

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