~Juno~
The first time Cole took his hand off my cunt right as I was about to c*m, I said a word my mother wouldn't have liked.
"Not yet," he said.
"It's been—"
"Nineteen minutes." He looked at the clock on the nightstand like he was timing a roast. "You've got a long way to go, Juno."
Three weeks. That's how long we'd been doing this. Three weeks since the night my mother went to bed early with a migraine and Cole found me in the kitchen in a t-shirt and put his mouth on the back of my neck and said tell me to stop and I didn't.
Three weeks of quick, greedy, half-clothed f*****g — against the door, over the arm of the couch, once in the workshop with my hands braced on a half-finished spruce top and sawdust in my mouth. Good. Fast. Boys'-age fast.
Tonight he'd said, *You've been do
