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To sum it up, he was a morally gray hunk who was a total red flag—my age group’s favorite color scheme.
“Fuck, Dot. Your goddamn existence turns me on. Your mere breathing makes my balls tingle.”
“I’m not saying that to make you feel better. I’m saying that because fucking you is probably all I’ll want to do once we start.”
Jesus, Dot, I could live inside this tight pussy if you’d let me, and You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking universe, no close seconds, and Watching my dick inside you is more breathtaking than Paris at night.
“You’re not broken, Dot.” He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, patting my thigh offhandedly. “A little cut, sure. All diamonds are.”
“Just say the word and I’ll destroy your pussy and your chance of ever coming with any other man.”
“Because you’re temptation.” He released the banisters, slamming his fists against them with a loud thud. I jumped a little. “Look at you. With the sun on your skin, freckles everywhere, mouth red as a cherry. My dick swells just from knowing you and I share the same zip code. Whenever you speak, all I can do is stare at your mouth and imagine it wrapped around my cock. You’re a shiny apple, and do you know what people do to shiny apples?”
I swear this girl is dumb..she didn’t pick up on his confession of liking her 😒🙄
“Your little sister’s annoying extension, right?” I gulped. “No, Cal.” His nostrils flared. “Nothing about how I feel for you is sisterly.”
Confession 2 🙄
She could probably pick her nose and smear it all over my windshield and my dick would still go ramrod straight, awarding her with a standing ovation.
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Cal was back, and so was my fascination with her. I was officially, royally, and completely fucked.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” “Here’s hoping.” She crossed her fingers. “How would you like me to kill you?” A chain of three hundred orgasms while buried inside you.
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Row defending me when Dylan caught us having sex. Row teaching me how to slow dance in his room before my very first prom because I knew I would be too terrified to ever dance with anyone else and didn’t want to miss out. Row and I sitting on the hood of his car, in front of an endless ocean, the moon, and the stars. Me saying, “Isn’t it beautiful?” and him answering, “Yes, you are.” Row being essentially in love with me.
Now you finally figured it out all these years after 😒
“Fine. Want the truth? Here’s the truth: No, I didn’t ‘have feelings’ for you.” He air-quoted the words with a sneer. “I was in love with you. Honest to fucking God, full-blown, snatch-my-heart-out-and-let-you-use-it-as-a-stress-ball in love with you.” He looked disgusted with himself for uttering each word. “And you didn’t give half a shit about me.”
“I didn’t fall.” He omitted a sharp, irritated huff. “You fucking tripped me.”
oBITCHuary: What am I, then? McMonster: If I have a say about it? Mine.
“Wow. You’re really pretty.” She touched my cheek dazedly. “I mean, you’re always pretty, but today you are extra pretty. Extraprettinery.”
“I’m here to tell you, don’t ever change.” “Why?” “Because your quirkiness is one of your best fucking features.”
“Don’t, Dot. Don’t try to convince me you’re unlikable. I want you. You’re funny, authentic, sassy, and have the best ass I’ve ever seen. And I’m not being hyperbolic.” Pause. “We’re going to have a brief, no-strings-attached hookup while we’re both in this shithole, and then we’re gonna go back to our respective lives. Whatever state I’ve gotten myself into after this thing is my business and my business alone. If I can’t have the heart, I’ll take the pussy.”
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“Speaking of hearts, you know what I don’t get? How anyone ever thought ‘My Heart Will Go On’ is a fitting theme song for Titanic. I mean…how on the nose is that? After Jack literally saved Rose while slowly dying of hypothermia in front of her very eyes—and yes, there was enough space on that door for both of them—they have the audacity to use a song with lyrics that say she will go on, move on, to live her best, rich bitch lif—”
You got that right 🤣🤣
My phone began ringing somewhere from the depths of my bag. I recognized the ringtone. “Friends” by BTS. Crap. “Dylan…” I groaned into our kiss. “Wrong sibling,” he grumbled huskily,
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I wanted to do it again, naked and often. I wanted more kissing and touching and nipping and sucking. But I wanted the other stuff too. The conversations and the movies and the hand-holding. To be his. For him to be mine.
“One thing you should know, Dot, is that I’m greedy when it comes to you.”
“Moonlight. Music. Chin tilt. You came here because you wanted me to kiss you, didn’t you?”
“Good. Because I’m going to eat your cunt like it’s fucking ice cream, and come for seconds and thirds,”
“Ahhhh. So, unfortunately, I didn’t actually shav—” “Don’t care.” He reached to remove my other shoe, repeating the process of kissing my ankle, my foot, down to my little toes. “No, seriously. There’s a lot going on down ther—” “Sounds like fun. I’m eager to explore.”
🤣he so ready and wait this long he don’t care lol🤣
“I said what I said.” He’d had an orgasm from eating me out? I needed to put a ring on it.
“Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden. My all-time favorite nineties song.
“Now, you listen to me, Semen.” Semus, not Semen. Also, was he…threatening my cat? “You’re gonna stop pissing in Cal’s shoes, or I’ll come here personally every day to take a shit in your litter box. Now, how would you like that?”
lol 🤣
“I don’t want to talk about the past. I want to focus on the present. And what a lovely fucking present you are.”
“So, that sounded very unhygienic.” Taylor sighed behind the door. “Still here, by the way. Really need those AirPods.”
C*ckblocking a$$ still there🤣🤦🏾♀️
“Not just handsome, beautiful. In a dark, terrifying way.”
“I’m clean.” I arched back, my center pressed against his erection. “Yeah? Well, I’m about to dirty you up.”
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She sobbed into my neck, cradling my face. “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
Goddammit, did my craving for her have any limits? I would probably try to climb out of my own fucking coffin to hit on this woman if I were lucky enough to have her attend my funeral.
“Don’t tell anyone. Everyone thinks I’m an ass.” “I don’t think you’re an ass,” I pointed out. “That’s because I tap yours,”
Row began working the button and zipper of my jeans, going for a sixty-nine. I kicked my jeans off eagerly, my heel colliding with his cheekbone in the process. “Oops!” “Baby, you can stomp all over my face and I’ll say thank you.” I giggled into his dick, licking it eagerly like a lollipop. “Now put your cunt on my face before I die.”
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“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you star in both.” He pushed a hand into his hair. “My dreams. My nightmares. My fantasies. The only place you weren’t in was the place I wanted you to be most.” “And where was that?” “My reality.”
“Let me make something very clear here—I love cooking. I love traveling. I love money.” I took a breath. “But I love you more than all of those things combined. That won’t change tomorrow, next month, or next year. You’ve given me in eight weeks what I haven’t had in twenty-seven years. You’ve given me smiles, laughs, warmth, and hope. But I have to protect my own heart too, and right now, spending time with you is killing me. If, one day, be it near or far, you change your mind, you know where to find me. Until then, it’s all or nothing. And I’ll take nothing over something.”
She had come here using her last pennies to tell me she loved me. I was so going to marry the fuck out of this girl.
“You never know when the love of your life decides it’s a good day to take her head out of her ass and come say hi.”
As a chef, my future wife ticked all the boxes. She tasted delicious, just the right balance between sweet and biting. Most important of all… She tasted like forever.
Dylan got everyone thrift-shop finds that were wonderfully and uniquely suited to their individual personalities.
Love that idea☺️
