The slurping sound and her firm grip on my d**k were the only reminders of my reality. Her mouth working expertly on my shaft should get me wild and grunting. But why the f**k was I stiff and blank?
My eyes were pinned on the ceiling while my mind traced every thought and dug up the pictures of the one person I'd vowed never to think about.
“f**k this. I'm done.” She scoffed, falling beside me on the bed. Her red hair was sprawled on my arm and she was naked. A butterfly tattoo rested at the side of her stomach, giving her a bit of an edge.
A sight that should get a kinky bastard like me going. Still, there wasn't any bit of excitement weaving up inside me. Instead, I was f*****g irritated.
“Why do you always do this?” She continued, sitting up angrily and turning to me. “I come her
