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Me and Garrett can handle our own in a fight, but if you want some bone-crushing, we can unleash Logan on him.”
“Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”
Not only did I seduce him, but I tied him up and rode him like he was my own personal amusement park ride.
The one and only time I demanded money from my dad, he turned around and donated my entire college fund to a charity for underprivileged kids. Then he made me clerk at his firm for the whole summer to earn it all back.
I think it takes a certain level of trust to sit next to someone and not feel the pressing urge to babble away. My dad once told me that the way a person responds to silence reveals a lot about them.
The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.
Him: Hmm. I see. What about when I licked your pussy? Just all right too?
Gonna take it slow next time. Savor every single second. So fucking slow, baby. Just slide in and out of your tight pussy… Until you’re begging for more.
I won’t give you what you want, tho. I’ll keep feeding you my cock, inch by inch. And then I’ll take it away again. Every time you beg me to pound into you, I’ll go even slower. Gonna torment that sweet pussy all night, baby. All. Fucking. Night.
Him: Next time you put on a show like that for me, you better fucking be naked.
“You better come fast, baby.” Dean’s breath tickles my inner thigh. “Otherwise my teammates are gonna walk out of that locker room and see my face buried in your pussy.”
“Please, baby, I’ve been such a good boy… I’ve waited a whole week for this. Don’t I deserve a reward for my patience?”
“I’ve been—” I kiss her jaw “such—” I kiss my way up to her mouth “—a good boy.”
“If I slide my hand under that dress right now, we both know what I’ll find. That your pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.”
“Good. Let them. Let them see what a bad girl you are.”
“The only one of Logan’s crazy acronyms I live my life by—STAG.” His mouth stretches in a broad smile. “Stand there and grind.”
“Jesus. I can’t believe you got the drop on me like that. You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me—”
“You love me?” I blurt out.
Life hack: if you don’t want someone asking you questions, say the word tampon and the conversation ends.
