Cinder
My body is in a state of bliss after the s*x I had with Pike. It was great and wonderful. My orgasm was so powerful I’m certain the exact moment it happened has been imprinted into my brain. Sadly, everything good must come to an end. Pike is already busy getting dressed, and my stomach churns with loneliness as I watch him struggle to fit his beautiful man butt into his tight jeans.
“You’re staring,” Pike’s voice breaks me from my lusty daydreams about his ass, and I look up at his face. There is a pout on his lips. “If you got something to say, say it.”
I open my mouth to speak but close it after a second. Truthfully, I don’t want him to go - I wish I could tell him that. I want to, I do. Yet, I can’t. I’m painfully aware of the fact that I don’t deserve to have him stay. Not a
