Chapter 111

Slade's POV

The evening went by with our voices like ticking clocks as we played each other, discovering sounds we didn't know we could make.

Her handwork, each finger curling round my rod. How she vacuumed it whole and clean, leaving no speck for the eyes to see. Enhancing its stability. It's rigidity to a point I didn't think was attainable.

Tons of excitement proved her wrong as she let moans escape her lips.

Though I proved her right, she left me awed, yearning ...