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May 14 - May 14, 2023
expectantly. “You know, I begged Mom to return you to the hospital and bring home
her. I may be the furthest thing from desperate, but I’m fucking starving
The smile on her face could rival even the most loved views in the world.
“Yeah, I can handle the rest of the day,” he says with a shrug. “Any girl who has the ability
to make you that happy just with a simple text is pretty special.”
“And you didn’t think just washing it was an option?” Fucking fucker fuck. “I don’t know how, okay?”
“I’ve spent my time mastering other skills. And if you weren’t forcing me to do this, you’d be on the receiving end of those skills right now.”
“Well, we’re in a bed now. So why aren’t you fucking me into the mattress right now?” God, she’s a dream. A whole ass fantasy come to life and put in mine just to test the shit out of me.
I lick my lips as I tease her entrance. I’ve wanted to get my mouth on her since the first time I watched her come apart on my fingers. “Tell me, Rochester.” I look her in the eyes. “Has anyone ever put their mouth on your pussy? Made you scream out as you ride their face?”
“Don’t be shy, baby,” I mutter, my tongue still darting out to taste her some more. “Go ahead. Grind on my face.”
“No fucking way,” I murmur against her. “You’re going to be a good girl and come on my tongue. I want to taste every ounce of your pleasure. Make me fucking drown in it.”
All my senses are overtaken with her. Her taste. Her smell. It’s all so goddamn intoxicating. Each time she pulls me closer, I have trouble breathing, but I’d gladly suffocate for this.
I lick my lips and suck her cum off my fingers. “You’re fucking delicious.”
“No. No, you’re perfect.” I rub my thumb over her lips. “Such a talented little mouth. I just know that if I don’t get inside of you soon, there’s a strong chance I’ll lose my mind.”
“I love the way you make me feel so full,” she moans. “Want to spend every second with you inside me like this.”
“Look at you, taking my cock so well. My good girl.”
“So proud of you, baby,” I murmur into her ear. “You make me feel so good.”
“Give me it, Laiken.” I rub circles right over her clit, and she shudders from how sensitive she is. “I know it’s there, and I want it. Come all over my cock. Show me how good you are.”
“You are every guy’s wildest dream, you know that?” She blinks back at me, her head resting on her forearm. “Even yours?” I know I shouldn’t, but there’s no stopping myself as I roll over and kiss her lightly. “Especially mine.”
“No. They would kill me. That’s why it’s in a place I can hide it.” “From everyone but me,” I specify. Her eyes roll as she giggles. “Can’t hide anything from you.” “Glad you’re catching on.”
I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE for cuddling. The whole concept of lying together, not knowing where one of you ends and the other begins just for the sake of being close, it always felt like more of a romance thing to me. I had no interest in it. But as Laiken laid her head on my chest as I started the movie, I couldn’t find it in me to stop her.
“Do that thing with your mouth again and you can have anything you want.” “Fucking deal,” he agrees, and tries to pull me back to bed, but I stop him reluctantly. “We don’t have time,” I tell him sadly. “And besides, Devin would hear us.” “Let her. I don’t give a fuck.” Chuckling, I grab his hand and pull him until he’s sitting up. “Next time.” He looks down at the way his boner tents his boxers. “Look what you did.” “That was not me. That was all you,” I say. “No one told you to check me out.” Hayes scoffs. “Oh, yeah. I’m just supposed to have a gorgeous, half-naked girl in my room and not
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If they had someone who looks like her, they wouldn’t be able to get enough either. She’s the best kind of drug.
“Ma’am, the attitude is unnecessary.” “You interrupting my orgasm was unnecessary, sir,” she spits back.
Her being a bitch in the name of sexual gratification should not be nearly as attractive as it is. I know we haven’t been able to get enough of each other lately, but goddamn. I created a monster, and I fucking love it.
“Ma’am,” he growls, exasperated. “Please just let me do my job.” She smirks. “Okay, but you should know, my safe word is prune juice.”
Just as he goes to shut the door, Laiken stops him. “Wait!” He huffs and looks at her expectantly. “Could you uncuff him so he can finish what you fine gentleman interrupted?”
Laiken doesn’t miss a beat. “Rob a bank.” I choke on air, needing to clear my throat. “Well damn, Shawshank. Get borderline arrested one time and you suddenly become a career criminal?”
And that’s the same way I should be with Laiken, but things with her never seem to go the way I planned.
He needs to get his fucking hands off my girl.
Sink this next shot and I’ll blow you. I know the second he reads it because his head falls back as he groans. His eyes meet mine, and I can tell he’s struggling to keep his hands off me.
“Mmm, I’ve experienced something else. I’m sure I can imagine.” Impulsively, as if he’s remembering the taste of me, he licks his lips—just
“What’s it going to take for you to never let another guy put their hands on you again?” he growls.
“He does,” he argues. “And all I wanted to do is rip his hands right off your body. To see him hug you like that…God. I almost lost it. If you hadn’t backed away when you did, I may have.” He pauses to tug at his hair. “You can’t. You can’t let him touch you again. I can’t handle it.”
“Yeah, I know,” he sneers. “And watching it was my own personal form of torture. But Moneybags plans on sticking around more than a few pricks you see once a year, and I’m letting you know now, I don’t fucking like it.”
“I’m not jealous—I’m possessive. There’s a difference. And I’ve told you before. You. Are. Mine.”
“Fuck,” He moans. “That’s my good girl.”
“God,” he murmurs. “You’re fucking perfect, taking all of me in your mouth. You’re amazing, baby.”
“You were phenomenal,” he tells me. “I’m starting to think there isn’t anything you’re not amazing at.” “I just want to be good for you.” “You are,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “So fucking good for me, all the time.” But the double meaning lingers in the air. Maybe if I’m good enough, our inevitable end will never come. Maybe if I’m good enough, he’ll choose me.
A smug grin appears on her face. “Nice. Very messing around of you.”
“Yes,” she answers. “We should stop by the police department. My cop friend would be so proud of me.”
And when I open it, it’s a picture of the kiss I just gave her with a small note underneath.
But as he starts singing “Marry Me,” that’s exactly what happens. The whole time, I can’t stop picturing it.
“Come on,” I say hopelessly. “What did you want me to say? Sorry, don’t touch me because my secret girlfriend is right there mentally burning you alive?”
“You may not have the title, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re the only one who has my attention.”
“No!” she gasps. “Did Hayes slaughter him? Did anyone see him do it? Hold on, let me change and I’ll help you hide the body.”
“There is never going to be anyone else. No one can make me feel the way you do. I’m ruined. You’ve ruined me. Nothing will ever feel as good as this.” I may be rambling, but not a thing coming out of my mouth is a lie. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
“I am never going to get enough of you,” I murmur, feeling her smile into the kiss. “Good,” she says, an evil hint to her tone. “That’s my plan.”
“You have no idea how perfect you are,” I tell her.
I want to be the only thing that matters in her world.
