Chapter 4

“Felipe! Felipe, baby, I love you!”

Her voice was cut off by the clank of the heavy door.

Don’t want what you can’t have.

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Harley was at the hospital for a treatment so Felipe had their cell to himself. He stood at the sink, braced against it as he jerked off. Fast the first time, just hard and frantic, thinking of Celia, nuzzling at her breasts, pumping inside her. He waited a few minutes, consciously pulling up happier memories of Celia and other women. His cock lengthened and grew and he wrapped a fist around himself, working this time, rougher, letting his thoughts gush at the same time as his cock did. No more thoughts of Celia, of Angie, the little chicatasin the neighborhood, of any of them. Let them go.

670 days. And nights.

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