The carriage is moving at a breakneck pace, faster than yesterday, and I can't help but worry about the horses. They’re running twice as fast, though I assume it’s because they were well-fed last night, giving them the energy to race ahead with such vigor.
As for Myra and me, despite our desire to have s*x, I hold off out of respect for Helen, who’s sitting with us. Myra, of course, tries to push her luck, insisting we should go ahead anyway.
“Luke… Just a few seconds.”
“No.”
“Okay, how about just a quick one, with me on top?” she presses.
I raise an eyebrow, curious. “Why do you want it so badly?”
“I… I just feel something strange when you’re inside me,” Myra admits, her voice low. “It’s like I’m addicted to your d**k. We should be having s*x more often.”
“How often?”
“M-Maybe eve
