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“I call you Pickle because sometimes you’re sweet and sometimes you’re sour.”
still hadn’t come close to mastering a french braid. That shit was pure witchcraft.
His masculine, protective vibe was sexy—there was no denying that—but I’d been given a job, and I doubted banging the brooding grump just to see if he’d crack a smile was part of the performance. But seriously, who doesn’t love a grumpy DILF?
I want to trace that line of sweat with my tongue. I want to feel him get hard in my hands. I want my mouth on him. Goddamn, he’s huge. What would it feel like to be stretched open by a cock like that? Maybe he’d let me find out. I bet he could stalk over here and rail me against these rocks and I’d never be the same. He could tear me apart and I’d fucking love it.
When you’re bare-ass naked and you hear a shriek that sounds like it came from the depths of hell, I dare you to not piss yourself.
After only a few minutes, it became apparent that the Bluebird Book Club was a facade for the women of Outtatowner to come together in secret to gossip, solve problems, and maybe even just be themselves. I immediately fell in love.
“You’re about to get a face full of something. There is no graceful way to maneuver this so . . . boobs or butt?” This time he was grinning right at me. “Well, I am kind of an ass man.”
“You got to watch me while I came. Now I get to taste you while you do.”
“Oh god Wyatt. This dick—” He was setting a delicious, brutal pace, fucking me hard, just as he promised. “Maybe next time I’ll even let you gag on it.”
and on the off chance you are Words of Affirmation—you make our lives better. I care about you. Would have been nice to say that to your face before you ran out the door in a panic. My heart clunked and I couldn’t breathe. Wyatt had listened to my ramblings about love languages? Holy shit. I care about you too. Next time I’ll try not to run. Wyatt It’s okay if you do. I’ll chase you down.
