#Chapter34

Miles' Point of View

"Stop touching me! Keep your hands to yourself." I had to keep pushing Max's hand away from my ass for the past hour. He's been horny for the past week. More than usual.

"Can we please? God, I've missed you." He cried. He gripped my ass, pulling me closer to him. He slightly flinched when my chest pressed onto his cut. I pushed off of him but he wouldn't budge.

"Max, you're still hurt. We can't!" His pouty face made me feel bad for him, but I wasn't going to give in, like the hundred other times I did. We had sex about 100 times...