Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: SORRY I WAS IN EUROPE FOR 2 WEEKS AND I DIDNT TAKE MY LAPTOP WITH. JUST BTW, NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM IS MY FAVE PTV SONG, NO EXCEPTIONS.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DIRTY SEX. YOU WON'T MISS THE PLOT IF YOU SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

BUT YOU WILL MISS THE SEX.

"Wake up, sweetheart." A voice murmured in my ear. My whole body felt sore and my vagina was throbbing like it had been impaled. I turned over in the soft sheets and snuggled into a hard wall of sheer masculinity sleeping next to me. Oh that's right, my subconscious grinned, your vagina was impaled. I sniggered in my sleep and kissed Devin's chest.

"Babe, what are you smiling at?"

"I am in blissful pain." I murmured sleepily.

"What does that even mean?" Devin chuckled and I could feel his chest rumbling against my cheek.

"It means," I yawned, "that it hurts," I cracked an eye open and saw Devin staring down at me intently, his head cradled in his hands "but," I leaned up and kissed his neck as he exhaled deeply, "it hurts so good."

"How was it?" He asked his tone serious. I smiled into the crook of his neck and sucked the skin there.

"Absolutely amazing, spectacular, incredible." I felt Devin tense and I pulled back to see that his eyes had closed and he was breathing heavily, "It was the best night of my life." I said truthfully.

"You were the best I ever had." Devin grinned and kissed me on the lips but I pulled away quickly. Devin's eyes opened and he stared at me worriedly, "What is it, kitten?"

"I don't want you to taste my morning breath!" I exclaimed covering my mouth.

"Are you stupid? You taste warm and wet, babe." He winked.

"Whatever, I'm not kissing you till I've brushed my teeth."

Devin sighed and rolled his eyes before pushing himself off the bed. I gasped when I saw his morning wood and sat up, gripping the sheets under my arms. I had seen his dick before but it had been a while since I'd seen it in all its uncovered glory.

"That was in me?" I asked in horror. Devin grinned as he pulled on his boxers.

"The whole 9 inches, baby." His face changed to one of concern and he sat at the edge of the bed, brushing his fingers against my cheek, "but seriously, are you feeling okay? Is it very sore?"

I smiled at him and kissed his palm, "My vagina feels like it's on fire, but I'll live."

"I'll go run you a hot bath, maybe it'll help ease the pain." He announced getting up. He turned around and I let out a loud shriek. Big, red, angry lines ran down his back, from his shoulders down to just above his sexy ass.