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I’m the guy who fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked. I’m the guy you’ll think about months later when you’re taking it missionary from a finance bro that lasts three minutes and couldn’t make you come even if his trust fund depended on it. I leave a lasting impression, and it’s in the shape of my cock.
But Ma? She’s the softest spot I have. I’d burn down the world for her. Starting with my father, if that’s what it took.
A virginity pact? This whole thing just got a lot more interesting. Alright, Lennon Rousseau, you have my attention.
Fine. Maaaaaybe I can see why he’s got girls throwing themselves at his feet. He’s… hot. Completely objectively speaking.
I’ve usually got someone all figured out from the jump, but this girl? This girl… she’s a fucking spitfire. She doesn’t back down, doesn’t take my shit lying down, and that’s the part that surprises me.
Golden Girl might be my key to revenge, but I’d have to be blind not to notice how hot she is.
Every time I call her Golden Girl, the more mad she gets, and admittedly, that only makes me want to do it more.
“Lennon, listen to me right now. This is the perfect idea. Saint Devereaux is the bad boy of Orleans U. He’s covered in tattoos, always has a black eye or busted lips from getting into fights. He drives a freakin’ motorcycle and is a hockey enforcer with a horrid reputation. If you brought him around your dad, he would actually keel over and die. I can’t even think of anyone more perfect than him.”
“Trust me, the last thing I have to worry about is falling for Saint Devereaux. Hell will freeze over before I catch any kind of feelings for its ruler.”
If she didn’t drive me fucking crazy, I’d entertain the idea of sinking my teeth into her plump little cheeks before I fisted them both in my hands and spread her open, watching how wet she gets from hating me.
Something tells me that Golden Girl would never be able to handle my special kind of tastes, but then again, picturing her on her knees with my cock stretching her throat feels a lot like Christmas morning.
Here’s Rousseau’s daughter on a silver fucking platter. The perfect little innocent virgin, ripe for me to corrupt.
“Fighting is my favorite foreplay, Golden Girl. Just so you know. Keep insulting me. It makes my dick hard.”
“So you want me to be your boy toy? The spoiled, rich princess leaving her million-dollar mansion and slumming it with trailer trash? Daddy doesn’t want you all dirtied up by a guy like me. Hmm?”
A tuxedo fit for a king. It just so happens to be the king of hell.
I knew he was in shape—he’s a hockey player, so that’s to be expected—but holy… shit.
She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes, a blue-green mixture like the depths of the ocean just as it turns deep, widened. Rosy, plump lips parted, a bright red flush coating her cheeks as she stares at me like I’ve stripped fucking naked in front of her rather than just taken my shirt off.
My God. How am I going to pull this off when every time he’s near, I have heart palpitations just from the filthy things that leave his mouth?
I have a pretty good idea of what to expect out of tonight’s charade, but the one thing I didn’t expect? Her in that goddamn dress. Black satin molded to every inch of her curves that’s making my mouth fucking water. I almost swallowed my tongue the moment I saw her, heat ripping through me when my gaze found the long slit that traveled up her thigh and the red fuck-me heels on her feet that gave her a good extra five inches. She’s still tiny compared to me, head barely reaching my chest, but fuck, her legs go on for days in this dress.
Like how my dick was hardening behind these stupid pants at the thought of tossing those legs over my shoulders and making her dig those heels into my back until I bled while I devoured her.
That I’m going to fuck his daughter, taking her precious little virtue, and he’s got to live with the fact that a trashy piece of shit like me is the one that dirtied her up.
“Don’t forget, Golden Girl, that you’re mine to kiss… touch… whatever I want. Even if it’s just for show.”
No need to crawl beneath the table when I’m going to spontaneously combust. Why is my body being such a traitorous bitch when I hate this man? I don’t understand.
I’m bullshitting her just to get her worked up, my favorite extracurricular activity. Well, besides fucking. I might be a dick, but I keep my word.
Lennon: I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on earth so that is complete bullshit. Saint: Mmmm. That’s a bet I’d fucking love to take, Golden Girl.
But no, instead, I’m watching Golden Girl twirl around in her pink, frilly fucking skirt because I can’t stop. Because as much as I goad her, as much shit as I talk to get a rise out of her, she’s fucking incredible. She glides across the ice with an air of effortlessness that I’m so envious of I’m burning from the inside out.
I haven’t stopped thinking about them, painted in that bloodred lipstick she wore at the fundraiser, wrapped around my cock, dreaming about me fucking her throat until she swallows my cum down.
I’ll be her villain. I’m the big, bad wolf, and the only thing I’m hungry for is the taste of sweet little Lennon.
“I’m staring because you look good enough to fucking eat, and all I can think about is laying you down right here on this ice, flipping up that little fucking skirt, and seeing just how good your sweet little pussy tastes.”
For a girl who’s never even had an orgasm, not from lack of trying, I felt like I was going to burst just from the way his breath caressed my ear and his fingers dug into the back of my thigh as he held me against him and whispered the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard. About me.
“Don’t worry, Golden Girl. I’m not going to tell anyone how wet you got with my dirty, filthy hands all over you.”
Add it to her list of Golden Girl accolades. Except this one… I respect the fuck out of her for it.
And that’s how I end up squeezing all six foot four of me into that tiny-ass chair, coloring superheroes with a kid who’s got a bad heart and scars… just like me.
They’re still coloring superheroes together. A blue crayon that is comically tiny in Saint’s large hand moves across the paper, and Decker’s genuine smile is wide and infectious as he watches him. I feel like I’m watching something private that I shouldn’t be seeing, a side of Saint that I honestly wasn’t even sure existed until now. Decker says something, looking up at him with a sweet smile, and Saint nods, a smile of his own spreading his too-handsome face.
I’m an ass guy, and Golden Girl has one that I want to sink my teeth into. That’s my plan anyway.
“Be for real. Okay, alright, yeah, let’s play, but fuck putting a finger down. Instead, you take off a piece of clothing.”
“Remember when I told you I was more than just incredibly good looks and a big dick? Wasn’t lying. Big brain too.”
“Never have I ever kissed someone in an elevator.” His low, raspy words suck the rest of the air out of the room, specifically from my lungs. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss the girl who’s driving me fucking insane with how badly I want my lips on hers in a broken elevator where she looks so goddamn beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe.”
Gently, he tugs me a little closer. “Come here, Golden Girl.”
“Lennon.” God, my name rolling off his lips feels like a sin, and I want to drown in it. “Come. Here.”
Neither of us says anything for seconds that seem to stretch on forever, staring, breathing. Until he reaches out, palm curving around my neck as he hauls me to him, smashing his lips against mine.
She fucking whimpers. So soft and goddamn sweet that it shoots straight to my dick, the sound permanently ingrained in my head like a brand, one I won’t be forgetting as long as I live.
I can feel the moment she surrenders, and nothing has ever felt so utterly victorious in my life.
It’s hot as fuck, our skin slick with sweat and sticking together, but I don’t give a shit. I want every inch of her pressed against me while I take her mouth. If I had it my way, I’d have her naked and on my cock in seconds.
Thighs that I can’t fucking wait to throw over my shoulder and sink my teeth into before I lick her pussy.
“It was an out-of-body experience. I don’t even know how it happened. One second, we were playing the strip version of never have I ever, and then I was… in his lap, and he was kissing the ever-living shit out of me.”
“It was the single hottest thing I have ever experienced.”
Holy shit. I’m really going to do this. I’m going to hook up with the devil himself.
“You did tell me to stay on my side of the ice, yeah? Just following directions like a good boy.”
“Do you need a reminder about how hard I was beneath your hot little pussy? Does that answer your question about whether I’m attracted to you?”
