Chapter 341
Daphne
I guess the key is to concentrate on her.
Because if I think about it—if I let my mind wander to what's actually happening, to the anatomy of it—I'll lose my mind. So I focus on Vivienne. On the way her hair falls across her shoulders.
On the way she looks up at me through her lashes like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.
And it's working.
Until it isn't.
Because there it is. Standing upright. Very, very upright.
Dicks are seriously so weird, man.
One minute they're this sad, deflated party balloon you're trying to hide under your waistband, the next they're a flagpole demanding to be saluted. It's a whole mood swing made of flesh.
I don't have time to process this revelation before Vivienne leans in and swallows the whole thing to the hilt, her nose pressing against my stomach. My mouth drops open.
Is this humanely possible?
I feel like I just witnessed a magic trick. A very, very wet magic trick.
