Chapter 14

“Smooth and tight,” he whispers behind me. “This is what I’ve waited for, Lance.”

As heat rises inside my living room and the storm outside intensifies, I can’t breathe with my head pushed…pushed…pushed…into the puffy cushions. Honestly, I don’t mind—I wantthis to occur. Elation surfaces throughout my entire body. Euphoria. Bliss encompasses me as we sexually communicate and become one—us.

“Exploding,” he informs me. “Can’t hold it in. Come with me. Come with me now.”

Mike doesn’t have to tell me twice as he continues to manhandle the flag between my legs. Jolts of electricity zigzag through my core as he does some hardcore action on my bottom. Fire burns me from the inside out. Like the lover behind me, I can no longer hold my own load and…

“Shooting,” I moan, and douse the sofa with my white and creamy seed, decorating the material: splotches and strings and dots and zigzags; I’m a lover-artist at work.