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“One last thing…” I call after her, and she pauses but doesn’t turn around to look at me. “I just want to be clear. When I say I want my bed back, I mean with you in it.”
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“I’d get him in bed, get naked, ride that cowboy right to the edge, and then walk out and leave his ass with the worst blue balls of his life. Remind him of exactly what he fucked up.” Dakota’s the kind of person you never want to cross.
“He needs all this to get it up then?” I ask, tossing the box in the trash. “I’m probably not the best judge for you in that case. I was happy to fuck you in a torn, old T-shirt.” “Yes well, you were a college boy. He’s a man. More sophisticated tastes and all that.” She smirks. “Go put it on then.” I grab a potholder and pull the pizza out of the oven. “You can give me a show with dinner. I can try to imagine what the fuck having sophisticated taste feels like while I down this beer.”
“You keep telling me you’re not the girl I remember, and I believe you. I think you’re smarter, cleverer than you’ve ever been. So when you climb up here, pleading with me, and spreading these gorgeous thighs over my lap, I want you to remember that I’ve only just got out of prison after months of nothing but my hand and memories of how perfect my wife felt with her tight cunt gripping my cock and pleading for more of me. Ask yourself if that’s wise.”
Girl, he has a point.
like I’m the last chance she’s got at anything good.
