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Page 24 of Privilege

Chapter Twenty

Dane

My cock is leaking, the head dripping with precum while Rich wipes his orgasm off Cara’s chin and spreads it across her mouth. Her lips are puffy, and swollen, and her cheeks are flushed, and I want to taste what she tasted.

“I love you,” he says, and then he kisses her with so much passion it makes my balls ache.

I close my eyes, force myself to stop staring at Rich’s cock, glossy from Cara’s spit and his cum, but it’s burned into my brain and my dick is weeping for it.

What’s wrong with me? Fuck, why am I—

There’s a hand on my forearm. Rich. The world stops.

His palm travels down my arm and comes to rest on top my hand. He gives me a squeeze— I’m going to die— and we slowly slide up my shaft together, his hand on top of mine.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I speed up, stare at him touching me while I touch myself. Fuck fuck fuck. My muscles are burning, thighs on fire from clenching so hard, my body going haywire and my brain shorting out.

This is not okay—this is not okay—this is not okay— But it feels SO fucking good— this is not okay—

“It’s okay,” he says, with a reassuring squeeze.

“Shit!” I grit out.

I Come. Fucking. Everywhere.

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