Chapitre 65: Epilogue

***POV – Damion

18 months later

Damion: I’m sure that from lack of use, my sperm grew legs and looks like frogs instead of tadpoles. But the situation is going to be rectified before the night is over.

I touch my crotch with a groan, abstinence is definitely not my thing. These last weeks have been torture, being in bed next to the woman of my dreams and she won’t let me even touch her. Fuck, a week without sex with Mel is a fudging long time, two weeks is a fudging excruciating fierce eternity.

My dick stirs at the forecast of ripping off her clothes and moves into a full-blown hardon when I look at the photo she sends me as her answer. She’s fudging with me, the devious little witch but I keep staring at the picture of her feet, her toe-nails painted in a checkered flag pattern. Damn my soon-to-be wife. Even her fudging feet turn me on.

Damion: You make my balls so blue – sure this maltreatment is sexual abuse!