I grab Jacob’s hair and clutch it, yanking, urging his mouth to suck me in deeper. I’m in down to the root but it doesn’t matter—I’ve seen so many things today that I never wanted to see, and I’ve got to get rid of them. Down Jacob’s throat is as good a place as any.

It’s not that I’m trying to come off as sexy, pulling his hair. Christ, no. I just want something substantial in my hand. And if it turns him on, well, all the better. It’s such a relief that sometimes I can pass for normal.


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