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I lick his neck, sucking on his skin. “You can come, baby.”

He lets out a long, deep groan that rumbles in his chest, and his body tenses as he comes all over Storm. It’s never ending, and I work him through the entirety of his orgasm. He’s tired, his body giving out, so I let him lie forward, over Storm as I fuck him harder.

“Clean up the mess you made, Mikah,” I growl out, my gaze still in the mirror, wanting to see.

He pushes himself up and leans down, darting his tongue out to lick his cum off Storm as best he can in the position we’re in.

“I’m going to come in this ass, baby.”

“Yes…”

“My fucking ass.”

“Your ass,” he repeats without me having to tell him.

One more thrust, two… Fuck!

The orgasm hits me, blinding me. I latch onto Mikah’s shoulder, pulling him to me and sinking my teeth into his skin as I groan out my pleasure, filling his ass with my cum. It goes on forever, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

It takes a long time for it to subside, and I keep him against me through every second because I don’t want to let him go. When I snap out of it, I kiss along his shoulders, then his neck, then turn his face to kiss him.

“So perfect,” I whisper against his lips. He hums a happy sound, giving me a sleepy smile.

I pull out of him, holding him in place so I can watch my cum flood from his ass and down his thighs. He drops to the bed beside Storm, whose dick is still half hard, but his eyes are closed. Mikah may already be sleeping.

I go to the bathroom to clean myself, then grab them each a warm damp towel to clean up. They’re both definitely sleeping by the time I get there, so I clean them quickly before lying down beside Mikah and passing the fuck out.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Mikah

Why is it, after spending a night with Dominic, I wake up the next day feeling nothing but shame and regret?

Okay, maybe not regretentirely. I don’t wish I could take it back. I just wish it hadn’t happened.

But that isn’t really true either, if I’m being honest with myself. It’s not that I don’t want it to have happened, because I liked it. It’s that I don’t know how to handle that it happened. There, that’s what it is. My issue isn’t what I’m doing, it’s dealing with what I’m doing.

And what do I do when I can’t handle my own thoughts?

I go to Dominic because he makes everything easy. He quiets my brain.

I roll over to grab my phone because I’m going to text him and see where he’s at, but when I reach for my phone, I realize I’m not in my bed.

Sitting up, I see I’m not in my room. I’m in Dominic’s. Well, that makes things easier, doesn’t it? Rubbing my eyes, I get to my feet, only to realize I’m completely naked and maybe Storm is still here. I hope not, because that’ll be awkward as hell, but it’s possible. They are friends and are pretty comfortable with each other. It would be like Dominic to keep him here for breakfast. Or lunch, or whatever the hell meal it would be at whatever time it is.

I find my clothes on the dresser, folded and—clean? Wait, these aren’t even the clothes I wore yesterday. I look out the window into my bedroom.

Did he go over there and get me fresh clothes?

My heart does a little flip, and I smile as I get dressed, putting on the sweatpants and a T-shirt. I go to the bathroom, finding a brand-new toothbrush that’s still in the plastic by the sink. I can only assume it’s for me, so I open it up and brush my teeth.

Dominic is always thoughtful, and not going to lie, all of this eases my worry. He wouldn’t go through so much trouble if he was mad at me and thought I really was a slut—because yes, I remember him saying that, and the ache in my ass tells me that yeah, maybe I was being a little slut last night.

But I liked it.

Fuck, I really liked it. And the fact he liked it too…

The good thing about this is that I can’t directly lead this back to the shitty life I had. Being a slut won’t make me poor; it’ll just make people hate me. Though I’m sure plenty of peoplehate me already since I make porn. Therefore, it isn’t an instant spiral into a panic attack.

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