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“See you at home,” I reply, nodding.

“You take care, too,” I whisper.

When the door behind me opens, the noise from outside grows louder. The smell of stale beer and bitter cigarette smoke fills my nose and drowns out the pleasant scent of coffee.

“Donuts for dinner?”

I turn to him. Despite his robust, grim appearance, I know Cyrus has a huge heart.

“Donuts?” I ask, putting a fake smile on my face. “Aren’t donuts supposed to be breakfast?”

“Here’s a life lesson, baby. Donuts don’t wear watches—donut o’clock is whenever you feel like it,” he says, blinking and flashing me an overwhelming smile.

“Donuts will be perfect.”

Donuts with black coffee are his favorite. I never understood how you can wash down that intense sweetness with something so bitter. I like my coffee with milk and sugar. I’ve already had more than enough bitterness, so I like life sweet. Too much bitterness—in my stomach, in my heart… So whenever I can, I choose sweet flavors. My favorite food is a donut filled with vanilla cream, with caramel milk on the side.

When the door closes, my gaze fixes on the crack running across the wall. Cracked, damaged, worn, imperfect… Just like me.

My eyes flood with tears.

Chase… what have you done to me?

Chapter 5

2007

Cyrus

Tits.

Huge tits bounced up and down in front of my face. A wet ass slapped against my hard, hairy thighs as Wendy pulled herself up, then sank back down on my dick. She braced her hands on my chest to support her body as it bounced up and down.

I fucking love my life.

I took a sip of my beer and a drag of my cigarette. Wendy playfully took the cigarette from my fingers, took a drag, and blew thick gray smoke in my face. Then her lips sensually closed around the tip of the beer bottle, and she smiled provocatively. I slapped her round, firm ass, which spurred her to move her hips faster. Then I slapped her again, making her moan, raw and shameless.

We both loved these wild, frenzied fucks. A few slaps on her ass made both of us even more aroused.

I suddenly sat up, grabbed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to my lips.

“Cyrus,” she purred, like a kitty.

“Yeah, baby?” I licked her neck.

“Fuck me hard, okay?” she panted, rubbing her wet pussy against me.

“As you wish, m’lady.”

I kissed the sweaty place between her large breasts, sucked on her nipple, and tugged at it. She moaned and kept riding me, her head tilted back.

I shoved her off me and put her in a doggy position, pressing her head into the pillows, lifting her ass, and moving her to the edge of the bed.

Her wet pink flesh opened like a beautiful rose. My mouth filled with saliva when I thought about her sweet taste. I pressed two fingers into her wet vagina, then stood up so I could get into her with more momentum—and fuck her until she screamed.

My beautiful, fiery kitty.

My sweat dripped onto her ass. My wet hair stuck to my face, so I tugged it back behind my ear with a quick, fluid motion, then closed my eyes as my balls tightened. Wendy’s pussy clenched around my dick when she climaxed, moaning, meowing, squirting on my dick. I was almost there myself when…