Chapter 77 I'll help you...

Ellie could tell George was probably gonna hit the cold shower to chill out, and that was exactly what he did. But for George, it had the opposite effect. There were traces of what they'd done everywhere...
The only silver lining was that, even though he couldn't shake the urge, his physical reaction had calmed down. At least he wasn't rock hard anymore, which was a relief.

After all, he had really messed her up last night, so there was no way they could go at it again. He knew he had to keep it together in the future, couldn't lose control like that again...

George had good intentions, to be honest—Once he did that, he couldn't control himself anymore. Some things couldn't be controlled just by thinking about it. If someone could, they'd all be gods, not humans.

Ellie knew she was feeling off, so after he finished his shower and came out, she tried to steer clear of him. Once her hair was dry, she said she was gonna hit the sack.

"Alright, I'll watch some TV," George got the hint and nodded.

Ellie didn't say much, just smiled at him and headed back to the room.

But as soon as she laid down, all she could think about was him sitting out in the living room, and the way he had taken her last night.

Her body remembered too, that intense pleasure that felt like dying, shooting through her like an electric current, then vanishing in an instant, leaving her heart racing.

Her already swollen little spot contracted again, squeezing out a thin stream of heat.

She quickly shook her head and turned over, letting out a breath. But it didn't take long for her mind to start wandering again...

However, this restless thinking didn't last too long. Her physical exhaustion made her drowsy pretty quickly, and George, out in the living room, lit a cigarette and walked to the balcony, looking down at the black car parked downstairs.
He tried to distract himself, think about something important, but all that effort went out the window when he got back to the room and saw her.

The scent of her shampoo filled the air, and he sighed quietly, turning sideways to brush her messy hair off the pillow.

Then, he couldn't help but trace her slightly dry lips with his fingers.

Ellie, already sleeping restlessly, felt her lips itch. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and just as George was about to pull his hand back, her eyes fluttered open...

"Uh... sorry for waking you," he said, feeling a bit guilty.

Ellie blinked at him and turned to face him. "I feel like we're acting weird."

"Weird? How so?"

"We're usually fine, but sometimes we get all polite and careful."

"...Yeah, I've noticed that too. Seems like the problem is... me."

"If I don't want to, I'll say no. You don't have to be so cautious," she said, glancing down, and sure enough, she saw the bulge in his crotch.

George knew where she was looking, and his body did too. As if his cock sensed her gaze, the veins along the shaft swelled and twitched.

His breath hitched, and he swallowed hard. "Whether you say no or not, I can't do it, you know, so I instinctively try to avoid it."

Ellie lightly bit her lip and slowly moved her gaze back to his chiseled face. The restraint in his expression was something she used to like, even found a bit intoxicating. It had a kind of celibacy vibe...

But now, she liked it when he lost control, especially when he did it—it was incredibly sexy...

"I'll help you..." her voice was soft, trembling, and her cheeks flushed a bit.