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So, if one plus one equals two, and five plus five equals ten, you gonna hit Quinn, and all you gotta say is when.”
There was really no reason for me to be this goofy for a chick I’ve only known for a week. Her family down in that country town must be practicing witchcraft in the back of those B&B’s because I was truly disgusted at myself.
“Don’t you ever in your fucking life tell a nigga you sorry for turning him down. Do you understand me?”
“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the best journey I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said, “Please, don’t leave me.”