Chapter 23

But I was too distracted to pay attention to what he was doing. Yes, I liked it—I wasn’t dead—but Gwen’s news was what I’d prayed for, even though I no longer believed in God and hadn’t since I was ten years old. God wouldn’t have taken my friend—

What was I thinking? What friend? I felt that itch in the back of my skull, and I groaned.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Sam muttered. “I’ve never had a lover who could hold out against me.”

Yeah, yeah. His cock was long and thick, but I’d had longer and thicker. I kept glancing at my watch, fretting as the minutes ticked by.

“Come on, baby. Comefor me.”