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This one is for the sluts.
I absolutely loved his body, every single time he revealed himself to me, it felt like the first time. The first time I saw it, I literally drooled with my mouth open. The first time he touched me, I shivered violently. The first time he kissed me, my foot popped like in that teenage princess movie. He was a fairytale prince charming, wrapped in ink and hard edges to look like the villain.
Dallin was bi-sexual. And polyamorous. And wonderful. And loving. And tender. And terrifying. And far more experienced than I was. And I didn’t know what the fuck to do with my hands.
“I promise you, I’m in it for life with you, baby. I just hope to add to our happy life, not separate and categorize it.”
“Because there are two of you and one of me. Two-thirds of the questions will be tame, leaving only every third question to be naughty. It’s the best I can offer at the moment.” He shrugged. “Because I’m horny as a frat boy and five of my seven favorite holes to stick my dick into are sitting right here in front of me, flirting with each other and making me so fucking hard I’m dangerously close to coming in my pants. Take it or leave it.”
“I’m not a fucking trash panda, you feral badger.”
“You let him go, long before I found him.” She challenged. “I came back for him,” I said, and then groaned in frustration and bit my tongue to stop myself from saying anything else. “What do you mean?” She asked, softening her tone. “When?” “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re never rude to her. Never.” He looked into my eyes as he said it. “You want to treat me and Parker like emotional punching bags fine, but you treat her like that, and I’ll treat you like a physical bag and knock the ever-living shit out of you. Understood?”
Me: You’re both fucking grounded and in the doghouse. If she sucks the sauce off her hot wings like a cock, I’m done. I can only break so many noses in one bar on my own. Dallin: You can also get her out of there at any point and bend her over literally any surface she chooses on the way home and fuck her brains out for being such a naughty girl.
“There’s romance in creating something with your own hands for someone you love.”
I tried. I wanted it written on my headstone someday, that I did really, really try to keep my eyes above the waist as he stood unashamed and unobscured in front of me for the first time. But I failed. I was a failure. A dirty, pathetic, aroused, and horny failure that let my eyes fall on the thick cock swinging between his legs, not even hard, yet still intimidatingly thick.
“Let’s get back inside before Parker comes hunting you down.” “Hmm.” She mused, holding onto me with a smirk on her face. “I like the idea of being hunted by you big, bad wolves.”
“I’m choosing you,” D yelled loud enough for me to hear as he slid his nighttime glasses on. “Right now, right here, right this moment, I choose you.”
“Daddy,” I growled, running my hand up the long line of her spine to her hair and grabbing a handful. “Right now, I’m your fucking daddy.”
