Chapter 105

Then I retrieved my newspaper from the front step, took it to the table in the breakfast nook, and washed my hands clean of the newsprint before toasting an English muffin.

When it was ready, I slathered it with butter and sat down to eat while I thumbed through the paper and drank my coffee.

I crossed my legs, and the action drew my boxers snugly over my cock, which had begun to harden, once again reminding me of what had happened last night. In spite of his high level of arousal, in spite of my level of arousal, Mark had taken care with me.

I propped my chin in my hand, and my coffee grew cold as I drifted into a reverie.

I was servicing a john with whom Mark had set me up.

“Gonna—gonna come.” he exclaimed, his hands fisted tight in my hair, holding my head still as he fucked my face.

Mark would never constrain me like that. He would only do that when he knew I needed it.