I batted my hand and turned towards my building.
I heard her cackling as she drove off.
I flipped open the app on my phone and scanned it over the reader to get in. Digital keys were so great.
I got to my apartment and sat on the couch, replaying everything that had happened. What a crazy fourteen hours. I stood up from the couch some time later and walked into my bedroom and saw the large red box still lying on my bed.
Shit!
I left my outfit at Callum’s house. I stopped. I assumed it was Callum’s, but it could have been Emmett’s… or Knox’s… maybe Jax? I had no clue.
Well, guess I won’t see that again.
But I really liked it and who knows how much Lizzy paid for it, and if she knew I’d left it, she’d drive me back just so I could see them again. She’d probably leave me there to make sure they’d have to drive me home.
Would it be weird to show up at their house and ask for it back? Maybe I should go to Vixen and ask Emmett and then schedule another pick up time? No. That seemed like a lot of extra work, because he would probably just tell me to run over to the house to get it. I rubbed my hand over my face.
Damn it!
What was I going to do? Why was I fighting against this so hard?
Because I wanted that donkey dick, damn it!
I looked over at my shelf of boyfriends and saw monster dick had the green light.
Hello friend, I smiled. It was probably no Callum, whatever his last name was, but it would have to do. It was the biggest one I had. I slipped out of the clothes Callum had bought for me, which until this very second I hadn’t realized he had clothes for me. Like, how? Why did he have clothes that fit me? Was there another woman living there I didn’t see? Did he keep an assortment of sizes and styles for women they bring home? What if they were like some kind of weird sex cult and they were trying to initiate me in? Was I upset that they could be, or that they could be, and I didn’t get the nod for the invite? Was Jax the leader and when he left, he was signaling a no go?
I hit my head.
What in the fuck did I drink last night and why was I thinking about these random things?
No. They were not a sex cult, and if they were, Callum would definitely be the leader.
Callum and his big dick energy.
Yes. That was the thoughts I needed to be thinking of.
I laid on the bed and grabbed my monster dick, turning it on to adjust the vibration and let him play on my clit for a minute, before I slowly glided him in. I felt myself stretch around him as he began to move inside of me, hitting on all the delicious spots.
Flashbacks of last night replayed in my head. Callum on the balcony. Callum’s hands gripped on the rail. Callum’s chest in my shower. Callum’s bare ass.
I felt my orgasm coming, building higher and higher as the memories played on repeat. My back was arching off the bed as my hand traveled over my breast and down my body. Rubbing. Imagining it was Callum’s.
My breath shuddered as I hit my climax. My body pulsed and throbbed around the green goblin. I pulled him out, turned him off and laid on the bed for a minute, letting my body relax.
My phone buzzed, and I rolled over to look at it.
Lizzy.
You use the green machine?
What?
Girl, we both know, that I know, you went home and got you some.
And that your favorite is the one I bought you.
OMG.
