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I kept smirking. I regretted it immediately and I did it anyway.
“Is that all? Honestly, Elena, I’ve had better foreplay from a dentist.”
Elena looked at me for a long, long time. Then she switched off the vibrator, put it on the bedside table, pulled on my hoody and walked out of the room.
“Elena?”
I heard the kitchen light click on. The toaster went down. I lay there, spread and tied, harder than I’d ever been in my life, listening to a woman butter bread.
She came back eating a slice, sat on the edge of the bed and did not look at me. I said her name. She chewed. I apologised. She brushed crumbs off her knee. I said please, in six different voices, and she smiled quietly at the wall.
Then she finished the toast, wiped her fingers, pulled the hoody off over her head and knelt over my face.
“Since you’re so good with your mouth,” she said, “let’s find out.”
She tasted of nothing but warm woman. I licked her, deep and hungry and apologetic, and she ground against me, one hand fisted in the headboard, coming with a shuddering gasp on my tongue. Then she slid down, rolled a condom over me and took me in, and rode me hard and fast until I was begging.
“Come,” she said. “I forgive you. Mostly.”
I came so hard the bed rocked.
“You’ll make the toast tomorrow,” she said, and kissed me.
Ending 3 of 16: Toast Break. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.