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Killian

The bedroom is dark. The mattress creaks as I kneel by her hips. My fingertips slip under the waistband of her panties, my knuckles skimming her soft skin.

I freeze.

Please don’t stink. Please don’t stink.

I rip her underwear down.

Fuck.

“Come on. Start snacking,” says the drunk girl.

“I’m the drunk guy,” I slur.

“What?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

Drunk girl laughs as if I just told the funniest joke she’s ever heard. Maybe I did. Women love that I’m funny.

I laugh too. I don’t know why. I’m following her lead. She knows exactly what she wants.

Focus, Killian. It’s time to get it in. Enjoy this.

I line up my cock to her—

“Oh no, Killy. You’re eating this first.” She points at her pussy.

I don’t skip a beat.

“You need a shower.”

I brace myself, ready to block a slap to the face, but I am met with... more laughter.

Make a woman smile, and she’ll forgive you.

“If it’s good enough to fuck, it’s good enough to lick,” she says, twirling her long blonde hair.

That’s sound logic.

“Okay, Elle—”

“Elle! Who’s Elle? I’m Nina,” she hisses.

I just stare. That was a major fuck-up. Actually, I don’t even remember telling her my name.

“Well? Hello?” she pushes.

“Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria.”

“Did you just Columbus me?”

“I did.”

Her laughter bursts into the darkness, where it’s lost — along with her request for oral.