Tracey POV
Doom was on fire, bringing me to my ecstasy fast.
Like.
WOW.
This man makes my body roar with delightful pleasure, with hardly any effort, or so it seems.
I grabbed two towels as I fled the bathroom, feeling embarrassed at how fast I came. Like a magic, d**k or what, and those fingers, like one touch on the right place, and I nearly came before he even entered me.
What's wrong with me? In the past, I was lucky to reach my pleasure before my ex rolled over, content, bragging about how good it was. Yet, I felt empty and incomplete, using my own fingers to finish the job once he had fallen asleep. But not with Doom, he has me screaming his name in record time.
I slipped on some panties, then took some more painkillers. The thought of putting on a bra was too much, so I slip
