The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

My phone buzzes as Jostein chauffeurs me to the murder spot, and I grin at the message from Fox. It’s totally a dick pic. I love this man more than life, and his dick is a thing of beauty. Even though I literally had it in my mouth not an hour ago, getting a pic makes me squirmy and horny for another round. Me: We should compare cocks soon. Me: We could hold them up together. Future Husband: Then what? Me: We slick them up with lube to make them shiny and attractive. We can admire how they look pressed against each other. Future Husband: I do enjoy how you admire my cock. Me: My cock would probably want to kiss yours a few times. Maybe rub up on it. Future Husband: More. Me: I know you love how my balls feel against your cock. You would look so hot frotting against my balls until you couldn’t take another stroke without creaming, and then I’d grab our cocks together and jerk us both until your eyes roll up in your head and your breath catches and your entire body flushes as you come all over my cock and hand. Future Husband: *cum covered dick pic* I love this man. I’m also hard as a rock with no relief, but Fox’s sex drive is like five times more needy than mine, and badly sexting is how I keep him satisfied while my puny human balls recover enough to dick him down again. We’ve learned that we do not have the same sexual stamina, which makes sense since Fox isn’t more than a quarter human. Apparently thunderbirds have one of the more rapacious libidos among the paranormal ...