When it’s over and I’m lying there panting and shaking, she gives my c**k one final squeeze, sits back onto her heels, licks her lips, and smiles at me.
“You taste like hazelnuts.”
My laugh is breathless. “You like hazelnuts, sweetheart?”
“They’re my favorite thing.”
Maybe God doesn’t hate me so much after all.
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hen I open my eyes in the early morning, I have no idea where I am.
I lie on my side in the unfamiliar bed, staring out a wall of glass to an unfamiliar view of a city. There’s an unfamiliar soreness in my body— especially between my legs.
There’s also an unfamiliar but very comfortable warmth snuggled behind me. Like a heated blanket, only with muscles.
A ray of morning light catches the ring on my finger, blinding me with a sudden flash of scarlet. It all comes b
