Same Time Next Year

by Tessa Bailey

an innocent peck on the cheek gives me pinpricks on the backs of my knees and

The back of the knees???

guys who are staring at Britta’s headlights instead of their Corona Lights.

Headlights is a new one.

Just ride my tongue all over those nipples and draw hard on them when she least expects it.

Ride his tounge?? Draw her breasts???:

I’ll even pretend we’re just friends while I’m nine deep, ringing your bell.”

Is this sexy talk?

I’m going to do something embarrassing, like hump the arm of her couch.

Cringe

she finally sips at my mouth, lets out a shuddering breath, then suctions onto me, drawing on my upper lip first,

Is he a milkshake? Because I'm lactose intolerant.

while I ride her mouth with my own,

How do you ride a mouth?

My balls are so full and heavy, they feel like they’re a couple of weights sitting in my stomach,

Why are your balls in your stomach if they are hanging low??::

pretending I’m not a brick shithouse with enough muscle for three men—

Shithouse???

“Britta, I’ve been living to undress you.”

This is dirty talk???

because the taste of her is actual milk-and-honey-flavored heaven.

Not sexy. Stop talking about milk.

and tonguing that creamy wife pussy

Creamy? Does she have a yeast infection?

She shakes like a washing machine on the spin cycle. “Sumner!” I lap up everything she gives me like a greedy dog, gratification washing over me like a golden wave,

So many similes. None of them good.

Like my last woman.

Maybe dont refrence other women while deep inside her.

“That’s your husband’s cock. Learn to love it.”

Cringe

“I don’t scare that easy.”

This whole book you've been scared!!!

In case that wasn’t clear, I

Is he being condensing towards the reader????

I have to grit my teeth and roar into the slope of her neck, my hips continuing to drive upward, rolling and punching, because that’s what she needs,

Punching????

My middle finger slides down between the cheeks of her ass and jiggles that pucker. “A husband has to earn his wife’s come, huh? Do I earn it?”

Oh no. Noooooo