What I wasn’t prepared for was the way she had assumed control of the situation. It didn’t last long, but she’d held her own. She’d been a worthy adversary.
And while she’d been sucking on my c**k like it was her last f*****g meal, I’d actually considered letting her have control… and letting her keep it.
Of course, once I’d come down from the high of that face-melting orgasm, I’d gotten hold of myself and salvaged the situation.
Now I’m walking towards the west wing, feeling a heavy sense of responsibility—not just to Jo, but also to the woman who’s literally willing to do anything for her child.
I stop outside the door of Jo’s room. I can hear voices. The raspy melody of Mama’s voice, and a higher tone, youthful and innocent.
I feel something stir inside me. But instead of giving me
