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“Oh fuck, Violet.”
She pulls my pants down to my ankles to position herself better.
It feels incredible when she covers her plump lips over my crown; she licks and teases it with her teeth and tongue making pre-come leak from my tip. She slips and slides her hand up and down my now achingly hard cock. I grow thicker for her, harder for her, and when she sucks me deep into her mouth, I almost come there and then.
Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me harder. “Oh yeah, keep doing th—” Eh, oh, that doesn't feel so nice anymore. A stinging sensation pierces hot barbs in my skin.
Oh fuck. A blaze hotter than the sun heats my dick and it’s getting hotter.
What the hell?
I reach down to stop her sucking me, but she takes this as a sign to suck me harder.
“Oh my God!” I roar when the heat kicks up a notch and it feels like someone has poured molten lava over my cock. “Stop, fucking stop!”
In the distance I can hear Pom-pom barking his head off.
“Get off!”
She finally pulls back. I reach for my dick and pull my knees to my chest. I can’t fucking think straight or breathe.
“What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?” She’s shouting over my loud moans.
“My fucking dick is on fire!” I clench my eyes shut.
The dog continues to bark.
I’m wailing like a banshee now and my cock is getting hotter by the second. I feel like I might pass out.
“Motherfucker!” I continue to roll around. I want to get up, but I’m in excruciating pain.
“What do you mean… Oh my God. I ate chili! It’s in my mouth and on my hands. It was extra hot!” she shrills.
“And now it’s on my dick! I need ice!” I leap up, fall over, forgetting my pants are around my ankles, and smack my head on the edge of the white gloss coffee table. I hear Violet scream and that’s the last thing I remember.
CHAPTER 17
Violet
“I’m only going to say this once, and then we are never speaking about this again. Okay?”
I suck my lips into my mouth, trying not to laugh as Lincoln stands facing me, legs spread as wide as a cowboy.
“Okay.” I snort.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Once we leave the hospital parking lot this evening, we never, ever, speak about this again and you can’t tell anyone.” He holds the ice pack against his crotch.
“There could be an issue with that. I may have accidentally dropped a group text to Hannah and Ruby.”
“Jesus Christ.” He hisses as he rearranges his dick. “Why the fuck is it still burning like Satan’s anus?” He grits his teeth. “I need a cold bath.” He’s on the verge of crying.
“The nurse said to try dipping it in cold milk when we get home. But it might make the milk taste funny if we do that.” I snort again.
“Oh, isn’t this just hilarious?” He widens his stance. “I have a chili stick for a dick, a superglue forehead, which is going to leave a mark, by the way, and a mild concussion. Although I’m guessing the real kick in the crotch, and I am sure you find this part even more hysterical, is having two female paramedics find me unconscious with my dick in my hand, bleeding to death on your living room floor.”
I can’t hold it in any longer. A wild cackle of giggles leaves my throat and I almost pee myself from laughing so hard. I’ve been so good at keeping it together all night.
After a few minutes, I stand up and wipe my eyes with the hem of my tee shirt. The nurse warned me not to touch my eyes or mouth for a good couple of hours.
