Chapter 66 - Esteban

“Focus on Chris’s face. On your feelings for her. Any scent that you remember,” Kayla says to me, her voice low and hypnotic.

Little does she know, I remember everything about my mate. Ever since I left her the night before her birthday, she’s been in my dreams every night, replaying every memory that we have together. The fact that most of our time together was spent fucking each other’s brains out has led to some interesting mornings for me since I’ve been here. I pray to the Goddess that I wake up before Kayla does every morning because I either have to change my pants from having a wet dream or my cock is straining at my pants, so hard that even the friction of my clothing against it threatens to make me explode. If I wake up before her, I can at least take care of my erection. Otherwise, I have the most painful case of blueballs that won’t go away for what seems like hours.

So, it’s not hard for me to envision Chris. The hardest part is for me not to go too far and sta