Damon. The door burst open and Alex stood there, rubbing his eyes, homework book in hand. Panic surged in my chest. I spun away, tucking my throbbing cock back into my pants, the edge of release slipping away like sand. "Just a minute, buddy," I managed, voice strained. My heart hammered, not just from the near-miss, but from the frustration of my ritual being interrupted. I glanced back at the window. Helena was still going, oblivious, her body writhing toward climax. Fuck. I wanted to finish, to spill while watching her shatter. But Alex tugged at my sleeve. "It's math, Dad. I don't get it." Sighing, I closed the curtains, the image of her burned into my brain. Later, I'd replay it, stroke myself to completion in the shower, imagining her throat full of my cock, swallowing every drop. That night, as Sarah slipped into bed beside me, smelling of hospital antiseptic, I turned away. My mind was next door, with Helena. Dreaming of the day I'd pin her down, and fuck her until she
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