“Let go of me,” he says gruffly, his words sounding almost angry. What the hell? I just gave him a fucking orgasm of epic proportions. He should be thanking me, not snapping my head off. It’s like he’s mad I went through with this. Well, think again, fucker. I don’t back down from anything. How do you think I got to where I am today? By giving up? Fuck no. I persevere. I unwrap my hand from him, and he slides off of me, tucking himself back in his pants. A box of tissues is tossed at me, and I grab onto it, wiping myself up as best I can. Curie never moved from her spot on the bed, but now
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