Page 144 of Sour Notes

Well, it was worth a shot.

“Stay hard, Wolfie, because we gotta be quick for this.”

I sit on the floor, watching her pierced tits jiggle while she mixes the mystery goo I’m supposed to entrust with my prized possession.

“Okay… almost done. Once you put it in, you need to keep your boner solid for two minutes. Can you do that?”

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On whether you’re sitting on my face to distract me from whatever that shit is.”

She laughs, bringing the tube toward me.

I wasn’t fucking joking, dammit.

“Ready, babe? Hold it and slide it in, keeping your dick as hard as you can, okay?”

Without warning, she shoves the mold in my hand and I feed my dick inside the soft and squishy slime.

I stare at Mia’s mouth, reliving the heaven of five minutes ago while her phone counts down beside us.

“I’m excited to have a clone of your dick to fuck myself with whenever I want, Wolfie.” She murmurs into my ear before tilting my chin up to her and tugging my bottom lip between her teeth.

Well, fuck, I’m not sure why I was so worried.

My cock’s so hard now, I can probably use it to drill to the center of the earth.

“Let’s gooooo, it’s time to unpack the joystick!” Mia pulls me up by the hand, excitedly bounding on the spot.

“Joystick? You brought your game console, dude? Fuck yeah. Who’s up for game night in Wolff and Mia’s room, gang?”

Nick looks over at Mario expectantly.

Mia’s grin widens when she looks at her twin.

“It’s not that kinda joystick, brother dearest…”

He looks up at her as she pointedly looks down at my dick, making it dance from the attention.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mia. This thing…” He waggles a finger between the two of us. “Is becoming a problem.”

She gives zero fucks, laughing and kissing his cheek, before pulling me after her.

Ever since our free use toy day, Mia’s been different. More relaxed. Real. She hasn’t used the word fake once, when before she was sprinkling it like confetti.

I know it’s not smart, but I can’t help hoping something changed for her too. That she can see me—us—for what we could be and give this a real shot.

She spent most of today sitting on my lap and kept finding little ways to touch me. And now she doesn’t even pretend to start sleeping on her side of the bed anymore. She curls around me—wait for it—naked.

Her reasoning was that I’ve seen all there is to see at this point, and she sleeps better in the nude, so why bother with T-shirts?

She got no complaints from me.

If anything, the last two nights, I slept better than ever before thanks to my dick’s happy new home cradled against her sexy ass.

We haven’t fucked again, though, despite my raging morning wood. She just looks down at it and smiles, before skipping off to the shower.