Page 56 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Also, my dick perks back up, ready for round two of fun, which reminds me…

“Pins…”

“Do you have to call me that?”

I frown. “Do you really hate it that much?”

I knew it bugged her, but I thought she actually liked it.

I fucking love the nickname. It’s cute. It’s her.

It’s ours. It’s my name for her.

I know it’s stupid, but it’s the caveman in me that wants to keep on calling her it.

Her eyes soften on me. “No, I don’t hate it.” She presses her hand to my face, her thumb brushing over my lips. “You can keep calling me it.”

“Thanks.” I smile.

“I’ll just call you West.” She shrugs.

“Or you could call me Big Dick. Rock-Hard Cock.”

“Makes Me Wet West,” she chimes in, laughing.

The sound rolls through me, making me laugh, too.

“Did you used to call me that?” I tease.

“Of course not!” she says.

But she won’t meet my eyes, and I instantly know she’s lying.

“Tell the truth.” I tickle her side.

She cries out, squirming beneath me, rubbing against my cock, and it feels amazing.

“I didn’t!” she squeals.

“Liar!” I tease, tickling her harder.

“Okay, okay!” she pants, breathless, and I stop tickling. “Once. I called you it once.”

“I knew it! You’re a fangirl.”

“I am not a fangirl. You were just…nope, I can’t say it.” She covers her face with her hands.

I grab them and pull them away. Her face is bright red. Her reaction is hilarious, and I’m dying to know what’s making her so embarrassed.

Then, it clicks in my head.

“Pins…was I a sex toy in your mental spank bank?”

She groans, covering her face with her hands again, turning her face into the pillow.

“I was, wasn’t I?”

She groans again louder. “Ugh! This is fucking mortifying!”