Demein's POV
Damn it! I cursed under my breath as I watched Dylan carry Greta out of the bathroom. I was still rock hard and just wished I could put Greta's mouth to use.
Watching her come undone with so much intensity threw me totally off balance. I had watched her face blush as her c*m racked her body. Dylan had smiled happily at the sight.
I wished I had his type of self-instilled self-control. I couldn't bring myself to get over it and cuddle her for the rest of the night.
I understood that making Greta do more that night might seem pushy, so I knew I couldn't go after her for more, so I switched the shower to cold and let the icy water spray my face and body.
I didn't feel completely better but it helped calm my nerves. Then I realized that my hand was holding onto my little ma
