Darius's POV
I need her!
No, I miss her!
Or maybe I'm just aching with desire!
"Fuck you, Allison," I groan, the words escaping my lips like a desperate plea as I let this strange woman's skilled hands work their magic on me. Every stroke sends electric pulses through my body, yet my mind betrays me, conjuring vivid images of Allison's touch. Her hands—soft, familiar—would feel infinitely better, but this woman is a professional. She doesn't bat an eye at the name I call out; she's been paid to bring me pleasure, and she knows it.
Just as she leans in, lips tantalizingly close, I gently push her away. "That's enough," I murmur, my voice strained. I can't bear the thought of another woman's mouth on me, not when the memory of Allison's warmth is etched in my mind. But as the days drag on without intimacy, the pressure builds inside me, threatening to erupt.