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“Know whut? I’m gunna take yer advice,” Daisy announced as the people at the front of the plane began grabbing their things. “I’m gunna get a new man. I’m gunna find real love. Like poetry. Like Shakesgere.” She frowned. “Shakes… Gere?” “Shakespeare,” came from behind us. “For god’s sake.” “Brother to Richard. Obvs,”
“Fuck,” Foster mumbled. He turned his face and pressed his lips against my hot cheek. “Fuck.” I turned my face until our lips met. This time, the kiss was slow and indulgent, lingering and sweet. In all the times I’d fantasized about kissing Foster, never had I imagined it would be this good, this… patient and gentle. Eventually, the cooling jizz on my skin began to itch, and I pulled away. “Any chance you’d let me clean up before letting me get you dirty again?
This and the previous highlight: Don't know if it's too early to sing hallelujah, but this is promising, and I'm both stoked and hopeful that this means I'll not have to skim the sex scenes to avoid that nasty, cringe-inducing misspelled version of come.
“Only a doctor,” Foster muttered as we debriefed later, “would win a rescue challenge by diagnosing a sprained ankle from a half-eaten Clif bar wrapper.”
I infer from this sentence that it's the wrapper of the Clif bar that's half-eaten, rather than the Clif bar itself, because how can you assess the amount of eaten food from just the wrapper?
I pulled back to tongue at his slit, gathering the precum there before taking him deep again.
Aw, rats. There it is. Abomination of a word I was hoping I wouldn't see... (However, and thankfully, only this once in this book.)
