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Her hands were in her pillows, clawing at them. Her head jerked as she began to push her hips to meet each downward thrust.

I could feel the tension.

The muscles tightening.

I moved faster, ignoring the dripping sweat.

In and out.

Again and again.

Forever.

It was as if she heard me.

She screamed as she came. The wet gush coated me as I continued to plunge into her.

So hot.

It drove me to the edge.

Pushed me over.

I roared as my seed shot into her.

Every spurt tugged at my balls.

Finally inside her.

Where it belonged.

Only to her.

Sayla.

I leaned over her, catching myself on the bed. Her hands reached for me. The penguin was squashed between us as my lips found hers. Her muscles tightened around me again until I moaned and curled my tongue around hers.

Two whole years of celibacy.

Sayla had been worth every second of it.

Chapter 12

Sayla

He stayed.

Well, he cleaned me up and then he stayed.

I still wasn’t allowed to sleep on my side even though the doctor had given me the all clear. But I did get to touch him. I got to feel that hair over his chest. Perhaps I had a fetish, but I couldn’t stop touching him. His arm was locked beneath my shoulder and he reciprocated by playing with my chest.

Which was why I couldn’t sleep.

I wanted more.

Then again, I had to consider his declining testosterone levels.

He tugged on my nipple.

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