***MICHAEL POV***
Eight hours.
30 times she finished.
18 times I finished.
And boy was I sore. And tired. And dehydrated. And starving.
When Mira’s heat finally let up to let her get some rest, I snuck out of our room, showered, got dressed, and went up to the office to see if there was anything that I needed to catch up on. I got an extremely pleasant surprise when I got up there.
Justin had Miracle with him at work!
“Why hello, Miracle!” I cooed to her when I walked into Justin’s office and her face lit up. “How are you doing?”
“Mike, how in the H-E-double hockey sticks are you even moving right now?” Justin asked. “When Kristy is in heat, I’m basically incapacitated until it lets up completely.”
“I have absolutely no clue,” I answered
