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I collapsed against the wall, my dick slipping out of his body too soon, pulling him into my chest. He crumpled against me as I breathed heavily.

He pulled back, nose wrinkled.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your shirt is wet and sticky.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Nibbling on his lower lip, he looked down, his hand following his eyes to my hand. Grabbing my wrist, he lifted my fist. Uncurling my fingers, I showed him his release, which still filled my palm.

His stare divided between me and the jizz, a bashful look in his eyes.

“What do you want, baby?”

He shook his head.

I gave him a hard look. “Was that spanking not enough?”

“I want you to eat it.”

Surprise rippled through me. “What?”

“You filled me up. But I want to fill you up too.”

Ah.I licked it up, swallowing the salty liquid and then showing him my clean hand. “Guess we’re both full of each other now.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” he said when I was done.

“I’ll do anything you need me to do.”

“I’m sorry I threw a drink on you,” he said, voice subdued. “Did it burn?”

“No, baby. All that whipped cream cooled me right down.”

He made a face.

I grabbed his face, holding it in both hands. “Do you feel better now?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know it was that bad. I mean, sure, I was a little overwhelmed with the group trip and maybe kinda jealous about sharing you all day, every day, but I…”

I fused our mouths, gentling the kiss into something more tender than this entire bathroom rendezvous had been. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Em. So much.”

I raised a brow.

He cleared his throat. “Daddy.”

“How’s your ass?” I asked, grimacing. “I don’t have any cream with me. I went kinda hard.”

“I needed it.”

I nodded, knowing it was true. I could feel how satisfied he was, and that satisfied me. “Let’s get cleaned up, baby. I’ll take care of you when we get home.”

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Bodhi

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