Page 17 of Unwrap Him

When I’m done eating his load, I pull my mouth off his many inches, head spiraling like a top.

I’m fucking lost. There’s no way that could have really just happened, but… it did.

I can taste him on my tongue. Feel him panting, and hear it, ringing through the room.

Glancing up at him, we lock eyes for several generous seconds of awkward, puzzled and blissful silence.

I blink.

He blinks.

We both blink.

His fingers finally release my hair, swiping the line of my jaw. Then they trail over my lower lip, brushing it in bewilderment that’s palpable.

The calm in this moment, however, dissipates fast. And then I witness a rage grow on his face. Guilt and shame and… disgust.

Yea… It was definitely real.

Those feelings are all too familiar to me. Except I’ve only ever felt them in myself. Having them mirrored back to me on his face is… not fun.

So I choose to hide.

I cower, zipping my eyes shut tight and curling up into a ball, pretending to fall back asleep. I’m not even really pretending as much as I’m wishing for it.

Praying that this was all just another one of my twisted dreams.

Though I know damn well, in my heart, it was not.

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