[KYLE POV]
When I woke up the next morning I found out where the bucket of ice Jacy had been using went. Apparently I had knocked it to the floor in my frenzy to take her as many times as I could. I don't remember much of the actual process, just the pleasure and the need to have her. I just knew that there had been a switch flipped inside of me that I couldn't turn off, and frankly I didn't want to.
What Jacy had done to me was amazing and I would never doubt her ability to dominate me at all. But she had one problem, call it a flaw, when it came to taking me herself. She was just so damn sensitive that she couldn't finish the deed herself. She needed me to finish it for her.
