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In five months?

I could hold on. I had to.

Oh...fuck. He slid his cock into my wet pussy from behind and fucked me slow.

Hard.

Deep.

Argh! If Slip kept making me feel this good, he’d be worth the wait.

Chapter 12

SLIP

THE PAST – EARLY JUNE – 11 MONTHS AGO

9:23p.m.

Me: Mads, You home yet?

Maddy: At airport. Luggage taking forever.

Me: I’m home. Long day of tour meetings. Brain won’t switch off.

Maddy: You okay?

Me: No. Want you. Naked.

Maddy: Tempting but I’ll see you tomorrow night.

Me: I could really do with some...stress relief.

Maddy: Couldn’t we all.

Me: Everything’s just fucked up.

Maddy: What’s going on?

Me: Tour blowing up to be huge. Rehearsal schedule is insane. More promo planned.

Maddy: I feel you. Been there. Done that.

Me: Can I come see you? Just chill?

Maddy: That all?

Me: No. I’d like that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock so I can watch you suck me off. Then, I’ll make you come, bury myself inside you, set that on repeat.

Maddy: Tomorrow.

Me: Can’t wait that long. Need to see you.

Maddy: Mom’s got friends over. Not ideal.

Me: Come to my place.

Maddy: ...

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