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Zenos
“f**k,” I whispered, my throat dry as the desert planet of Trion. I felt like s**t. My head pounded, my mouth tasted as if I’d licked the backside of a sweaty Hyperion. I didn’t usually drink to excess, but last night had called for it. Ivy had walked out on me. Not just walked out, she’d pushed me off her and left mid-f**k. Mid-f**k!
I was so blinded by my need to come that I’d watched her dress and then leave. My c**k had been hard, throbbing, my balls aching with the obsessive need to fill her.
But she was gone. Her p***y was not where I’d spurted my c*m. No, it had been into my hand as I’d stood there and stared at the door. I’d only tugged a few times, and I’d cupped the crown and had the hot fluid fill my palm. The release had been incredible, but it had been lacking. Th
