by Lesley Jones
“Yes, yes Reed. Harder, fuck her harder. Oh God, I can feel that vibrator against my cock. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Come Reed, let me see your face. Fuck Reed! Fuck, I want you. I love you Reed, I fucking love you.”
I shut my eyes to try and shut out Jet’s voice. I know he’s a sensitive soul, but I don’t do all that love shit. I feel it, I write it in my songs, but that’s as far as it goes for me… since her. I don’t say those words out loud to anyone except my family.
My arse cheeks clench almost as tight as my balls and my dick throbs painfully as I come inside Lara’s mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but it doesn’t help. It doesn’t keep her away. Yeah, when it’s good I see stars. I get that white flash of light when I blow my load, but in amongst it all, every time, there’s always a pair of blue eyes, long blonde hair and the face of an angel. My angel, Amoeba. It’s been fifteen years and a whole world of hurt and fucking heartache since I last saw her. Yet, she’s still there, still here, in my head, my belly and my heart and I so wish to fuck that wasn’t the case.