Chapter 45 Epilogue II

PYKE

 

 

 

“Oh, my God, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep.” She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.

My cock thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.

“Uh-uh, not yet, husband.” Camila shakes her finger at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Give...