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Her pissed off little pout is so fucking cute I’m tempted to let her spin herself up over this perceived injustice. But I take pity on her—again, like a fucking gentleman—and scoop her up and settle her knees on either side of my head.

“What are you doing?” she screeches, hands landing perfectly on her headboard.

I look up into the eyes of my angry little angel and growl, “Don’t move your hands, baby. And sit down so I can kiss your pretty little cunt.”

She hovers above me blinking her big brown eyes. “I did not have you pegged for a dirty talker. Oh! How do you feel about pegging? We could definitely⁠—”

I grip her hips and pull her down to me, licking, kissing, sucking.

“Oh, fuck me…”

I worship her and devour her at the same time until she’s shuddering and shaking. Her thighs squeeze tightly around my ears and finally, fucking finally, the woman gives in and sits. Bringing her pussy to my face and making a fucking mess of me. And by the time she screams her orgasm behind her perfectly pursed lips, dark spots of suffocation dot my vision.

It’s fine.

I can’t think of a better way to go.

I don’t, in fact, die, because that would be a very irresponsible thing to do. Hell, I haven’t had time for a fucking vacation at any point in the last handful of years, dying simply doesn’t fit into my schedule.

My musings are pointless when Jess, nearly liquid and completely spent, tumbles to the side and flops to her back.

“Give me two, and I’ll get you yours.” Each word is little more than a huff of air. For a girl who gets off on deep and sorrowful sighs, she’s doing a piss poor job of speaking evenly.

I chuckle, low and perfectly sated. “I’m good,” I mumble, swiping my hand across my face and turning my head to her. She looks even more beautiful when she’s flushed and rosy, mussed up and still glowing with aftershocks.

Jess blinks at me, then dips her gaze down my body before meeting mine. “You’re decidedly not okay. Do you even have a blood pressure anywhere in your body other than your dick? Who knows what’ll happen if you pass out. I might very well take advantage of you.” Cheeky as fuck, this one.

“Might just have to fuck that attitude right out of you, but not tonight. Already kissed it and made it better, I don’t want to make it so you can’t wake me up by sliding down my dick.”

That might be nothing but a dream, because when I meet her eyes again, they’re closed, and her features are slack. And if I had any doubts, the little purr of a snore confirms that Jess is out cold.

I wish sleep would come for me like that. That I could just come so hard, my brain shuts off and I slip into a dreamless state for a few hours, because sleeping through an entire night is unheard of these days.

Instead, I roll out of the bed and head for the bathroom again and flip the taps on. The only reason I need another shower is because there is no way I have a hope in hell of falling asleep with my dick this hard. I lather my body and grip my shaft, squeezing it the way Jess’s little body did.

I stroke hard, deliberately, gripping tighter on each down, flicking my wrist and swirling my palm around the crown on the up, but release is just out of reach. I fall forward and rest my forehead against the glass of the shower and concentrate, frustration threatening to stall this thing when movement, the smallest shift, from the bedroom snags my attention.

The barest sliver of skin. The slope of her shoulder, the swell of her luscious tit. And a contented sigh.

My balls pull tight, my dick swells, and I fucking blow. Ropes of cum paint the shower glass, and I swear my soul leaves my body hovering just on the fringes and slams back into me with a jolt.

It takes everything I have to keep my feet.

With my chest heaving, I rinse the glass and my body. I wrap the towel around my hips and go back though the house, rechecking doors, peering out windows, making sure everything is locked down tight.

Back in Jess’s bedroom, I peel down the covers and carefully lift her into my arms. I place her on the far side of the bed, away from the door, and pull the blankets over her.

Only then do I drop my towel and crawl into bed behind her. I curl myself around her warm body and close my eyes.

Please, for the love of fucks, let me fall asleep.

Chapter 15

Veni. Vidi. Vici

JESS

You know that saying, “I came. I saw. I conquered.”?