Page 21 of Gluttony

She hummed, then wrapped her plump lips around him.

Red groaned as she sucked on the oversensitive head, gliding her tongue over the part just beneath that was even more sensitive. She hummed again, then took more of him into her mouth until she was stuffed full.

Fuck, she looked obscene…but oh so fucking beautiful with her mouth around his furious cock.

“That’s it, my Daisy,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair to direct her carefully. “You’re such a good, good girl taking my cock like that. Suck it, baby—yeah—fuck, just like that.” He threw his head back, his eyes pinched shut as he she pleasured him.

From her groans and moans, and the way her body was writhing on the floor of the shower, he could tell she was enjoying herself. She was wet from sucking him off, her beautiful body humming with pleasure, nearing her own orgasm. She was going to come from giving him a blowjob.

Holy fuck!

And that’s what set him off.

“Fuck! Take it all, my Daisy, milk that cock, swallow me down!” he bellowed as jet after jet of cum shot from his dick. White spots filled his blacked-out vision as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure slammed through him.

His chest heaving with breaths, his massive body shuddering with pulses of aftershocks, he opened his eyes to stare at the milky white stains on the tile wall.

Fuck. That was the most intense orgasm of his goddamn life.

And the woman who’d given it to him wasn’t even there to clean him up.

EIGHT

Tossinganother untouched bowl of cereal into the sink, Val stared into the mush that was once Froot Loops, and sighed.

She couldn’t keep doing this to herself; acting like nothing was wrong, like having no appetite or desire to do anything but work and sleep was good for her. Yes, she spent a majority of her time working, because she loved to work, but now…it was the only thing between her and total, utter devastation. She couldn’t allow herself to breakdown; she’d been doing so well, getting out of bed every day, taking a shower, getting dressed, actually brushing her hair, and she was actively communicating with her work colleagues—so, she was doing alright…right? She hadn’t cried since that night, three nights ago, and she refused to shed another tear.

Redtube—Damian Daniels, over six feet of muscles, tattoos, intelligence, and potent sex pheromones, was no longer a part of her life. It had taken two shots of Captain Morgan to stop her hands from shaking so she could blockhimfrom her phone…and eventually kick him from their online chat room. A place that was once their own personal temple, a haven, a sanctuary where they could come, be themselves, share the deepest parts ofthemselves, and have no fear of judgement. In that room, there’d only been acceptance, affection, fun, emotional revelations?—

And broken promises.

Sighing once again, she spun from the sink, leaving the dirty bowl and spoon for later; she had a new assignment to start, and that meant something else to keep her so busy she didn’t have the time nor energy to think ofhim.

From the kitchen counter, her phone pinged. She knew that sound, it was the one she set for updates on his social media.

He’d uploaded another video; of course, he did. For him, it was just another day of fuckery.

God, she was glad she cut him out of her life?—

But you’re still following him on Instagram and TikTok, like an addict in need of a fix but trying to fight the shakes.

Shit. Yes. She should unfollow, block, and unsubscribe from all the places they were still linked online, but…. She just couldn’t. Not yet. That was the last tether to him, the man she loved, and…going cold turkey…well, the prospect was more painful than she’d thought it would be. For now, she made it so he was unable to comment or message her on any of the online platforms. However, it still meant she got the notifications whenever he posted…like the sound of a gunshot in a dead silent room.

She’d stop, one day, soon, she just had to do it in stages, like weaning her off a drug. He was her drug, had been for too long, and now she was suffering from withdrawal.

At least, she decided, she’d never have to see him in person, since they’d never met face-to-face, she didn’t have to worry about him coming around, trying to use her weakness for him against her. The man was sex in jeans and leather, and he liked the attention, so to lose the one who’d showered him with the most praise would be a blow he refused to take.

Yeah, good thing he has no idea where I live.She knew the Unchained MC clubhouse was in Wilkes-Barre, but Red had rented a place off the compound in Kingston so he could live his kink without the club in his business. Val lived in Tunkhannock, a good fifty minutes away. And with the hundreds of thousands of people between their two homes, the probability of them just randomly running into each other was less than .0001 percent.

But…to see him, in the flesh, one last time….

God, she was such a weak-ass loser.

Her phone pinged again.

“Ugh!” she groaned, rolling her eyes. Her heart pounding, her hands curling in an effort to not pick up the phone, she leaned against the counter and fought the urge to bang her head against it. “Ignore it, you don’t need the drama or the pain—you know it’s probably another shirtless pic or a Reel of him leaning against a wall and shoving his hand into his jeans….”

Why was her mouth watering?

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