Page 55 of Embers in the Dark

And I make good on my promise, and we test out the theory two more times. Turns out it wasn’t a fluke. I do, in fact, have a magically insane dick, per Baylee Rios.

The last thirty-six hours have been magical. I’m trying to be quiet as I shower before my next twenty-four shift at the station. I hate that I have to leave Baylee, but it’s part of the job. I’ve got my head under the water when I hear the shower door open, and hands move around me.

Soft open kisses begin to trail my back, then Baylee comes into my line of sight.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry I woke you.”

“You didn’t really. I just moved over in bed and didn’t feel you next to me anymore.” She pouts and I kiss her.

“I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” I smile.

“Well, since you’re going to be gone, I thought maybe I should give you a little something to help tide you over until you get back home,” she says.

Before I can question more, she gets on her knees and soon her lips are opening around the head of my cock. Her tongue swirls around my piercing, then plays with the sensitive skin of my head.

She moves her lips to engulf my cock and before I can react further, she’s bobbing her head to take me deeper. I can’t keep my hands from running through her hair and my hips move of their own accord at a steady rhythm. Shit, her mouth is so warm and so tight.

She sucks me off so good. I look down and her eyes open to look up at me.

“I love your fucking mouth, Baylee.”

She brings her hand to my balls, squeezing and playing with them. That combination and the way she starts moving faster with her mouth, I’m soon telling her, “I’m coming. You better move if you don’t want me to come down your throat.”

She stays where she is, and I detonate down her throat. It feels like the ropes of cum are nonstop and she takes every single drop proudly.

Once the last drop is swallowed, she stands up, and I bring her up into my arms, pushing her up against the wall and kissing her.

“You are perfection,” I tell her.

“Our pieces fit together perfectly,” she whispers into my ear.

And truer words have never been spoken. She and I fit together perfectly, indeed.

CHAPTER 18

Baylee

If I close my eyes,I can still feel him inside me.

“Earth to Baylee.” Sydney snaps her fingers.

“Huh?” I turn my head to look over at my friends staring at me.

“Oh my gosh. What’s with you this afternoon?” Jada laughs into her matcha latte. “Did you get laid or something?”

I turn my face toward the window, hoping the warmth in my cheeks doesn’t give me away.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Sydney yells.

“Shhhhh.” My eyes bulge out when I look their way. “Be quiet. I don’t need the whole coffee shop to hear you.”

“Like they care. I bet half this joint got some on a Saturday night at a frat party.” Jada waves her comment off.

“Who’s the guy?” Sydney asks.

Neither of them know about my history with Tucker. All they know is that I transferred from Connecticut and that I’m from Boston. They know I’m living with a friend and that he’s a guy.

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