Page 239 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Y-Yes,” she pants. “Please, Wolfgang. Please!”

My body can’t deny her whimpering pleas, which is why just two to three thrusts have me going over the edge and being consumed by my climax.

“CUM, Mishka!”

“Wolfgang!” she screams and comes undone with me.

I can’t peel my eyes away from her, watching her come undone, which takes my very breath away.

She’s so mesmerizingly beautiful.

So damn sexy.

I realize I can’t just pull myself away anymore.

There’s no way I can ditch now. I’m too fucking gone in this.

I need the counter to rest against while my forehead rests against Mishka’s left shoulder. I end up resting my right hand behind her, wanting to make sure she doesn’t lean too far back and hurt her head against the mirror.

We need a moment to breathe, to come down from our highs that were beyond electrifying.

I know I’ll need to speak, to admit my problems.

Yet it doesn’t seem as frightening at this moment.

It feels more achievable in this euphoric state of equilibrium.

So, I tell her everything.

I explain how overwhelming all of this has been. Admit that I’m crazy in love with her, yet I also carry feelings for Maddox.

That I may just be gay.

Or bisexual.

Or that I’m a complete psycho.

I explain it all… and she listens to everything.

She doesn’t rush me in the slightest.

Despite us being gone from the party for far too long.

Despite the risk of being caught inside this washroom.

She lets me shed light on all I’ve been feeling.

And when my tears fall and I can’t let the constricting feeling go, she holds me in her arms and encourages me to realize just how amazing I am.

How special it is that I can have space in my heart to love more than one person.

She doesn’t see that she has an even bigger heart.

One that has managed to let all four of us in.

Not once… but twice… and I bet you she’ll let us in again and again.

As long as we’re together.

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