Chapter 45. Crisis in Low-rank Safezones
Grunts and breathy moans of pleasure echoed from Darren’s room. Inside, Gegee worked his cock with slick strokes, her hands moving rhythmically up and down his lubed shaft.
Just cum already, you insufferable bastard, she thought, pumping faster with growing irritation. I have better shit to deal with.
Her fingers moved expertly, gliding up and down his five-ish inch dick. Every time her grip tightened near the crown, Darren shuddered, groaning as waves of pleasure surged through him. His eyes shut tight, and with one final grunt, his body stiffened. Hot spurts of thick cum erupted from his tip, spraying across Gegee’s face and shirt in messy, powerful jets.
She kept stroking him through it—milking every last drop—until his body collapsed against the mattress, panting hard and spent. Her hand finally let go of his softening cock. A fake smile curled on her lips as she lay beside him.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, brushing her fingers lazily through his damp hair.
"Fuck yeah... best ever," he muttered, satisfied.
"I’m glad," she replied softly. Her touch trailed down to his chest, tracing lazy circles over the fine hair there. After a pause, her tone changed—light, but deliberate. "So... honey... I need a favor."
Darren’s brow twitched. Of course. He’d known it wasn’t just a pleasure call.
"What is it?"
She hesitated, then inhaled sharply. "Three days. I want out for three days."
Darren jolted upright, his back hitting the headboard. "Three days? Are you insane? You know I can’t let that happen."