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I had zero experience. Zero. It was pretty easy to go twenty-two years of your life without getting laid when you looked upon the large majority of other humans with disgust. No other woman before her had ever made me feel any kind of way. I just… didn’t care. Only her. Cuore mio. My heart. Because I sure as fuck didn’t have one of my own before now. She was it somehow.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t walked in on Ijah actually having sex numerous times, or as if I hadn’t been forced to listen to Law and Alec discuss in great detail every single fucking time they found a girl willing to be shared. I wasn’t entirely convinced they’d ever fucked anyone solo. They seemed to get off on the sharing. I couldn’t understand that at all. The thought of anyone but me ever touching TK again made my fists clench and my throat constrict. She was mine now. She’d said as much herself.
Ijah started the engine and pulled out onto the road, and it wasn’t long before Alec went right in on me. “Okay, first things first. Please for the love of all things holy, wrap that shit up. We do not need any little murder babies running around the restaurant.” Law huffed in annoyance and Ijah chuckled from behind the wheel. “Murder babies?” I asked incredulously. He just looked at me seriously. “I had a vasectomy years ago,” I told him. People like me shouldn’t procreate. It was an easy decision despite the fact that I hadn’t been doing any procreation-related activities, to begin with.
“Now that we’ve established that,” he continued, “the most important thing is this: girls come first, and at least twice.” Great. I’d already failed at that one spectacularly. “And the best way to make sure that happens is?” He shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter. Hands or mouth, just start slow and don’t attack her clit like you’re trying to start a fire or something with the amount of friction you’re putting on her. None of that psychotic swipey movement shit you see in porn. That is fake and does not work in real life. I think most guys get off from hard and fast strokes, but girls are
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“Kind of like torturing someone. You find their tolerance level, then push them over the edge, right?” Made sense to me. “And you say I’m ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes. “You are most of the time,” Law chimed in. “Anything else?” I asked. “Yeah. You’re probably going to get bangxiety the first few times.”
Sure that I was more than ready to twist TK into a sexy fucking pretzel and show her all the ways she fucks me up inside that I can’t find the words for.
Everyone else could stop for me. I didn’t give a fuck. My fingers ached to be inside her, my mouth fucking dying to taste her. I’d painted her with my cum once, but I was more than ready to do it again.
She was mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck, in every way imaginable. And I was about to show her just that.
I wanted him to overwhelm me.
I was fully Beck’s. Endgame. Would love to see him try and get rid of me now.
“Pleeeeeaaase stop reading that! Why were you in my bag!?” “Why would I stop reading it? This is good stuff. I just saw it lying on the top and thought I would read what you were reading so we’d have something to talk about.” Well… when he put it that way. But… “It’s embarrassing, that’s why!” “Their cocks sawed in and out of me in alternating thrusts, both stretching me gloriously…” he read aloud. I squirmed harder, but he didn’t relent. “Beck! Stop!” Thank god he didn’t find the potato shifter book I’d stuffed down into the bottom of my bag.
I’m not trying to embarrass you. I genuinely like this book. It gives me ideas for what you might like too.” He smirked. I gave up fighting against his hold. “What, now you’re going to invite one of your buddies into the bedroom just because of the kind of books I like to read?”
“Fuck no.” He kissed me on the nose. “I think I’ve already shown you that I’m more than capable of filling you up and ‘stretching you gloriously’ without anyone else’s assistance. I can also alternate thrusts next time if you want.”
“Tell me what it is you actually like about this book,” he insisted. “Aside from the double dick.” “Triple dick,” I corrected. “Keep reading.”
“I guess I just really like the idea of being so loved and cared for that three whole humans would make me the center of their attention like that.”
“I can’t even fathom being s...
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“You sucked me right into your orbit from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. But… I don’t play well with others and I’m not willing to share so, tough shit.” I was floored by his words and totally unsure how to respond. “I guess I could settle for just one dick,” I offered, nonchalantly.
“A lot of things,” I replied. “Mostly romance or anything feel-good. I read as an escape. The world is so fucked at times. It’s nice to just have something you can turn to and know it’s going to bring you a small amount of joy, regardless of what’s happening everywhere else.”
I went into great detail about how third act breakups were the bane of my existence, and how miscommunication in books should be illegal.
“What should I wear?” “Something that gives you full range of motion,” he considered. “Preferably as little material as possible.” I glared at him. “I’m not freezing my ass off just so you can get your rocks off.” “Oh, cuore mio. You could wear a fucking potato sack and I would still get my rocks off.” He tipped under my chin. Oh, sweet cheese. Maybe he had seen the potato shifter book.
We hadn’t worked out so hard that we were sweaty and disgusting, so thank fuck for that. I hesitated for a moment longer, thinking how totally grand it would be to narrowly avoid being taken in for questioning about a murder that I very much played a part in, only to be arrested for public indecency. YOLO.
“Mmmm, being my sweet girl tonight, cuore mio? Always so good for me when you’re feeling like a needy little whore.”
Because I craved every fucking part of her like I craved my next kill. I wanted all the pieces of her fucked-up soul threaded into my very existence. I wanted what was left of mine threaded into hers.
