CALLUM'S POV
Two days after my visit to Gerald, I decided to let Mira know about the dinner plans.
My jaw still throbbed like a motherfucker, my throat felt raw and scratchy from the way Gerald rammed his fat c**k in it.
Every spit, water or food I swallowed reminded me of his thick veins pulsing on my tongue and his bitter semen I gulped like a needy slut.
"Hey babe," I said, leaning back against the armrest in the living room. "Gerald's coming home for dinner on Friday. And he's bringing a friend. A mutual friend of ours actually."
Mira stopped scrolling through her phone, one eyebrow lifted up, pining me with a look. "Why? We hadn't even seen him in months."
Well. I have. Matter of fact I had his thick c**k down my throat days ago.
But of course I can't say that.
I shrugged
