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“My name is Isabelle Thorpe, and I’m going to bang a stranger tonight.”
“You need this. You need to feel good about yourself. You need to realize how fucking sexy you are. And you need to have a manmade orgasm. And I don’t mean the vibe-ing type, I mean of the flesh-and-cum type.”
“You can thank me tomorrow by telling me all about it. And by it, I mean his dick.”
I think the sound of it went straight to my nipples.
Everything he says makes me think of sex. His voice makes me think of sex. His big I-want-them-on-my-body hands make me think of sex.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is breathy, and it makes my already stiff cock ache. “I’m going to taste you.”
“Good. Now I’m going to put my mouth on this sweet pussy of yours and find out if you taste like candy everywhere.”
“Lift your sweet ass for me, Sweets.”
What. Just. Happened. Is that how it normally feels to get eaten out? Because if it is, then I should’ve been doing that this past six years. And I need to find my old boyfriends so I can punch them in the dicks for never doing that to me.
“You are so fucking perfect. So beautiful. So delicious.”
“Sugar, you need to stand up, now. If you stay down there any longer, I’ll lose control. And shoving my cock down your throat is not how I plan to come tonight.”
“Touch yourself, Sugar. I want to feel you come on my cock. I’m close and can’t hold back much longer. Do it for me.”
“Come for me, Sugar. I want to feel it.”
Hockey Song by Zombie Nation
“We went up to his room. We had sex. I came twice. He proved that the wall sex thing was possible. His dick was huge. It was great. I snuck out while he was sleeping. The end.”
“He was very, I don’t know how to describe it. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I know I was acting really nervous, even though I was excited about it. Then he made me tell him exactly what I wanted. It wasn’t really polite since he was being pretty Alpha about it. Whatever it was, it was working. So, I pulled on my big girl panties and told him I wanted him to fuck me.” There’s an audible gasp from all the listening parties. Followed by giggles. “Needless to say, he liked that answer. He kissed me. Umm, kind of ferociously. Then he, uh, well, went down on me.”
“Don’t worry, Baby.” His smirk tells me that he’s using that endearment just to rile me up. “I have no intention of telling my coach just how fucking tasty and dirty his pretty daughter is. I know full well that that wouldn’t be good for my health.”
“Delicate flower she is not,"
Me: I’m requesting an emergency meeting tonight. I need to get drunk. Meghan: Well smack my ass and call me Skippy. I’m down.
All curves. All sweet. All soft. All woman. All sugar.
As adults, do you have sleepovers with your female friends? If yes, do you feed each other popcorn and partake in half-naked pillow fights? For science, Zach
“Sugar.” Zach reaches out and pulls on my apron string, releasing the bow. “I need you.”
“Hot diggity damn. That is one fine-ass slice of man-cake. If I weren’t happily married, I’d drag his extra-large self into that walk-in pantry and give him a taste of my frosting.”
I’ve seen his laughing face, his smug face, his sexy face, but this is the grin of a little boy opening his presents on Christmas. I love it. And I can’t help but grin back.
The alcohol has settled in my core. My turtledove is drunk, and she wants to cuddle with Zach.
If he had put his filthy hands on her hips, or tried to wrap around her like Patrick Swayze in Ghost, I’d have picked up the closest bowling ball and lobbed it straight at his head. Then he’d have died, and I’d have gone to jail. Which would’ve been a lose-lose situation.
I want to bite her. Mark her as mine. But Sugar is the soft gentle herbivore to my carnivorous monster.
“That little fucking man-boy is not putting his tiny hands on you. Ever. Again.”
“Rock against me, Baby.”
“Did you just spank me?” I gasp. “Yeah, Sugar. And if you don’t start rubbing that sweet little pussy against me like I asked you to, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you even more.”
No one has ever spanked me before, or talked about it, or bossed me around like Zach does. I had no idea just how much I would like it. I like his Alpha male side. I like him taking control. I like every single thing he does to me.
“That’s it, Sugar. Come for me.”
Zach: Sugar. Sweets. My Sex Goddess. You can run, but you can’t hide.
It seems as though the entire group of drunk whores is interested in the same guy. My guy. Their signs are vulgar, rude, and inappropriate. I want to yank them from their stupid hands, rip them up into a thousand little pieces, set those pieces on fire, and then make them eat the ashes.
“I’m glad you find my predicament so funny. But I bet if I slid my hand up that little dress of yours, I’d find your pretty pink pussy dripping wet. I bet your panties are soaked and your clit is swollen and ready for me. How long would it take, do you think, once I got my lips wrapped around that bundle of nerves, before you came on my face.”
Women should be able to look sexy and not be hassled, but that’s not reality.
Ever since I met Isabelle Thorpe, I wanted her to love me. If I could have nothing else in this world, I wanted to have her heart.
And all I can say is Fuck Them. We’re your family now.
“Come with me Sugar.” He murmurs against my lips. “You know how.”
“Come for me, Baby.”
“Has this been on the whole time? Did we just have sex to the Backstreet Boys?”
Sleeping with Zach is my new favorite hobby. Both the sex part and the resting part.
Stupid fucking hockey players. They think they’re the goddess’s creation and that we should just bow down at their feet for the scraps of attention they’re willing to give us. Well, fuck that and fuck them. Fuck their amazing fucking bodies. And their talented fucking hands. And their perfect fucking lips.
