Page 103 of Bourbon Bliss
Like the rest of George Thompson, his cock was impressively large. It strained against his pants, springing free when I lowered his underwear. I took a moment to admire it. The smooth head. The thick shaft. It was a thing of beauty.
As I wrapped my hand around the base, a bead of moisture glistened on the tip. I applied pressure, testing his reaction. He sucked in a breath. I took that as a sign to continue.
“I’m so amped up right now, I’m ready to shoot off like a rocket,” he said.
The strain in his voice was sensual. I liked being able to do this to him. I stroked up and down, swiping the moisture with my thumb. We both watched, our eyes locked on his manhood.
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
He thickened even more, his cock harder than ever. He growled again, his brow furrowing, and his muscles flexed.
“June, I’m gonna come.”
It was like he could barely get the words out. I didn’t stop. I stroked him faster, reveling at the feel of his cock pulsing in my hand. He grunted as a thick rope of come spurted out the tip. I kept going, nearly frantic at the heady rush of watching him come. Another pulse, and more come. Yet another. He grunted and groaned, his abs flexing, his body going rigid as he thrust against me.
I could feel when it was over, his cock softening slightly. I let go, realizing I was breathing as hard as he was.
“Fuck.” He leaned his head back against the couch. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Did that feel good?”
He grabbed me, pulling me close, and captured my mouth with his.
“That felt so good,” he said. “You?”
“So good.”
We glanced down between our still-clothed bodies.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said.
“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
A wide grin stole across his features. “I don’t mind a bit. How’d you like third base?”
“Third base is good.”
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June
Iexpected to hear from the genetics lab about the DNA sample any day. But so far, no news. Not that I had any doubt what the results would show. Seeing the so-called Callie Kendall in person had only increased my confidence in my theory.
She did look remarkably like the Callie I remembered. Even I had to admit the resemblance was striking. But the doppelganger phenomenon was very real. Statistically speaking, most people on earth had at least one person who looked remarkably like them without sharing a close genetic relationship. I found it fascinating, and had even posted my picture on theFind My Twinwebsite to see if my doppelganger could be found.
Despite the resemblance, I was certain I was right. And when I had proof, I’d be able to expose her.
Wednesday afternoon, I finished with work early. I decided to surprise George with his favorite meal—meatloaf and mashed potatoes with gravy. I got to work in the kitchen, preparing the meatloaf mixture and putting it in the oven to bake. Then I got started on the potatoes and gravy.
Jonah came into the kitchen while I was cooking.
“Hey June. That smells good.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry to say I won’t be able to share. I’m bringing the meal to George.”
“No big deal.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a container. “I meal prepped, so I’m good.”
“Your organizational skills are admirable, especially when it comes to your nutrition habits.”
