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“It’s not broken, baby, it’s a clit sucker. That hole is for suctioning onto your clit.”

Her jaw drops. “Are you sure? It looks kind of big.”

“I’m positive. Turn it on and see how it feels.”

She presses the button and jumps as the toy comes to life. “It feels weird.”

“Trust me, when you put it on your needy swollen clit, you’re going to love it. Make sure it’s on the lowest setting and move it around your pussy but not directly on your clit yet. I want you to get used to the sensation first.”

Nodding, she does as I say and gasps as it makes contact. “Good?” I ask.

“Yeah, it feels nice.” Nice? We can do better than nice.

“Ok, turn it up a notch and move it onto your clit.” That earns me a whimper. “Feel better than nice?”

Lottie looks directly at me, and her grey eyes are heavy lidded. “It f-feels so g-good,” she can barely get her words out. Time to ramp things up.

“Turn it up again.” At this, her back arches off the bed so violently she looks like she could be in the exorcist.

“Shit, J.”

My dick is so hard right now, shoving my boxers down, I wrap my fist around my length and pump as I watch my beautiful girl get off with her toy.

“That’s it, Lottie, let the toy take you over. Don’t fight it, baby, listen to my voice.”

“Oh my god, I’m coming,” she manages to get out on a moan.

“Fuck, baby, so am I. Watching you come on that toy is making me want to blow my load.” I’m jerking faster and faster, my dick in a vice grip as I shoot all over my stomach while Lottie comes down from her high. The toy’s flung across the bed.

“Wow, that was-” she starts.

“Fucking incredible,” I finish.

“Are you ok, baby?” I ask as I take in her naked body spread out on the bed.

Soft snores come from her, and she’s passed out.

I wonder if she’ll remember this in the morning?

Chapter 65

Charlotte

The sunlight burns my eyes as I pry them open. What happened last night? My head is pounding in a way it never has before, and my mouth feels like it’s been filled with cotton wool.

My clothes are strewn across my bed, and oh my god, is that the sex toy Kayla got me—unpackaged? Why is last night so fuzzy? We went out for non-alcoholic cocktails, so I certainly shouldn't be feeling like this. Maybe I’m coming down with something. That’s got to be it.

I roll over on my side to face away from the light pouring in and wince. There’s a throbbing pain on my ribs, and I have no idea why.

Sitting up, I notice there’s a bandage. I’m wracking my brain trying to figure out what’s going on here.

I better go and check what I’ve done in case it needs stitches or whatever, so I stumble to the mirror and remove the bandage. When I see the tiny tattoo sitting there, I shriek so loudly I’m sure Kayla and Alyssa hear me from their rooms.

Panicking, I grab my phone to dial Jake. I haven’t even considered the time difference. I hope he answers.

“Hey, baby. Sore head?” he answers.

“J, I’m freaking out right now.” I’m literally looking around my room hoping a clue of what went down will appear like magic.