DEVLIN

If this erection doesn’t kill me, nothing else can.

I’m lying on my back in the dark suite, still hard as steel, my cock throbbing against my zipper like it has a personal vendetta.

Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Ella’s tits in my mouth, the way they spilled over my tongue, the little gasp she made when I sucked hard enough to bruise.

I see her thighs spread on that chair, her pretty little cunt glistening, begging for my fingers.

I feel the way she clenched around ...