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“You are never seeing that asshole again. Do you understand me, Sophie?”
“Do all women get turned on when you examine them, Luke?” I don’t wait for a reply. “Probably not. Even though you’re crazy hot and have no right being a gyno, I bet normal women don’t get wet when you walk into the room. I bet they don’t go home and get themselves off imagining it’s your hand instead of their own.” He clears his throat, but I’m on a roll. “There’s something wrong with me, Luke. I dated a gay guy for two years and now I have a gynecologist fetish.”
“Shut up, Sophie. I don’t want to hear another word out of your flippant mouth about you sleeping with some idiot boy on campus. You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Is that what you want?”
“Bitch, please. The guy is pushing forty and you’re a hot co-ed with a brand-new tight, shiny pussy. He’ll be back.”
“I’m going to come inside of you, Sophie.” He thrusts, yanking my thigh up, changing the angle slightly. “I’m going to come in you so hard my come will be leaking out of you for the rest of the day.”
“I love you, Sophie,” he repeats and I grin. “Now get your ass back in bed so I can show you how much.”
There are about twenty definitions to the word okay when speaking to a woman.
“I love your tight holes, baby. I love that I’m the only one who’s been in them.” He pumps his fingers in and out. “You’re awfully pure for such a little slut.”
That hot son of a bitch wants me to have his baby. I don’t feel duped. I believe what I told Gina. I think he did want the timing to be my choice. I place the socks back in the drawer and slide it shut with a thump.
