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I didn’t fuck it up. Thank you, God.

“Why didn’t you tell me this is how it feels?” he said accusingly,breaking the kiss abruptly.

How to even explain it without sounding like a fool in love?

“Because it’s not always like this.”

He frowned in confusion. “No?”

I shook my head and kissed his lips. “No.”

Okay, now shut up before you say something you’ll regret.

“I’ll get us some wet wipes from the bathroom,” I said, wonderingif my legs would carry me there. “Then we’re doing this again.”

I forced myself to leave him, fighting off a deathly fear that hewouldn’t be there when I came back. I stumbled into the bathroom and used thewet wipes to quickly clean up. My dick was hard again because… why not tortureme some more? After I returned to the living room in record time, I breathed asigh of relief when I saw him lying on the sofa. When he heard me enter, hepropped himself on his elbows, looking sleepy.

“I’m hard again,” he said, sounding baffled.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m hard, too,” I said and kissed him. “Now… First, I’m going tolick your cum off you, Dominic. Then I’m going to give you a blowjob. Don’tfreak out. Are you going to freak out?”

He frowned. “What? Of course not! But I want your dick in mymouth, too. Let’s sixty-nine.”

His proposal made my head spin, and my dick throb because… damn.How could he just drop this bomb on me?Let’s be friends. Let’s sixty-nine.All in the span of an… hour? Kudos to me, yeah. But also no. Bad idea.

“Not this time,cher,” I murmured, pushing him down on hisback. “We wouldn’t last a minute.”

When I licked a drop of cum off his belly, my vision swam becausehe tasted fucking delicious. I yanked his pants down his hips while at the sametime slurping the cum out of his belly button. My mouth watered at the sight ofa massive bulge in his boxers when I suddenly heard a sound coming from a neardistance. I froze on the spot, only to find the jungle greens staring at me,filled with panic.

“Sorry,” Shelly whined from somewhere behind us. “I’m so, sosorry. But I need to pee. And vomit. And the bathroom is over there.”

Carter pushed me off him so abruptly I almost fell to the floor.He swiftly pulled up his pants as I started to button up my shirt with fingersthat wouldn’t cooperate.

“I’m not looking,” Shelly whispered, passing by us with her handcovering her eyes. “I swear I’m not.”

When she bumped into the coffee table, I threw the wet wipes atCarter and jumped to my feet. I hurried toward her, just as Carter pulled ablanket over his head, whining.

“Let me help you, sweetheart,” I said, leading her into thebathroom. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sick.”

“Are you going to throw up?”

“Mm-hmm.”

When she got on her knees in front of the toilet bowl, I held herhair, waiting until she emptied her stomach. I mumbled soothing nonsense to heras she heaved and coughed. When she was done, she rested her arms on the toiletseat, sobbing softly.

“I lost her,” she kept repeating. “I lost her. I lost her. I losther. My poor baby. My poor baby.”

I have seen tragedies unfolding. I have seen tragedies in themaking. But to see Shelly slumped on that floor, looking defeated and hopeless,and so damn guilty... It was pure heartbreak.

“Shh,” I shushed her, helping her up. “You’re going to get yourdaughter back. Come on. You know this.”

She sniffled, looking at me as if I could make it happen. “Youthink?”

I nodded, turning on the tap. “Hell, yeah. Now, let’s wash yourface.”

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