Page 45 of Craving Consequences

EVERLY

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I should probably feel bad.

A normal person would feel guilt, maybe even disgust, but I feel neither as I wait for Lachlan to leave the room. To leave me alone on Bron’s bed, naked, sated and dripping with his load.

So much of it.

Three rounds worth.

It’s spilling down my thighs as I push up and straddle my ex-boyfriend’s pillow and bear down. As I coat the white case with everything that comes out. By the time he’s released from custody, it’ll be dry, but it’ll be there just like the sweat and stains we left all across his sheets.

Definitely not the most sanitary thing in the world, maybe even a disgusting and unnecessary act of pettiness, but that’s not my concern as I make sure I get as much soaked into the downy feathers as possible before Lachlan returns with the towel.