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Really, I’m waiting for my cock to recharge so it can out-perform whatever expectations she has of me. I’m not twenty-three anymore, and need a few minutes before giving her a half-an-hour lovemaking session. I pour Reggie a generous glass and carry it to the bedroom, where I find her snoring peacefully, dead to the world.
As if on cue, my traitorous cock decides to leap into action. It swells in my sweatpants to the sight of her napping, a tiny smile on her mouth. Her long, tan legs are entangled in my sheets, and she looks like such an integral part of my bedroom, I can barely remember what my bed looks like without her in it.
There’s a sense of urgency in shoving my cock into any one of her holes—I’m entirely unpicky as to which one—and with any other fling, I’d probably give my partner a nudge by now, waking her up and letting her know that I am ready, but not with Reggie. She deserves better.
Instead, I take a seat at the edge of the bed, watching her snoring softly. She’s a sleep-talker, which I find extremely annoying, bordering on creepy.
Well, found. Past tense. Because when Reggie does it, it is quite adorable.
“I...hmm…” She wrestles the neatly pressed sheets of my bed, eyes closed, “ton chien a fait pipi sur moi.”
Your dog just peed on me.
“Non, cela n’a pas de noix en elle.”
No, this doesn’t have nuts in it.
She thrashes, shaking her head, muttering her father’s name, and I slip into bed and spoon her from behind, pressing my lips to her hair. I repeat—I am spooning this girl whom I’ve yet to have sex with. Shoot me. Take my man card. What’s wrong with me?
I fall asleep without realizing that I do, and wake up some hours later in the dead of the night. The only light illuminating the furniture in the room sifts through the medieval stained-glass windows, scattering prisms of color across the sheets. Something hot and wet is ascending my body. It tugs at my cock, making it stir alive, and is now making its way up toward my chest.
“Reggie?” I ask groggily, popping one eye open. She’s straddling me, bracketing my waist with her thighs, stark naked, her poem-worthy tits bouncing to the speed of her breath.
“It’s payback time,” she says.
She sounds like a sexy, hoarse terminator.
Any other time, I’d call the police and tie her to the bedpost until they arrive.
But I’m starting to begrudgingly understand that this woman can literally do whatever she wants and I’d still indulge her.
“Specify.” I stretch my arms, about to grab her ass and hoist her to sit on my face, before finding out that Reggie tied me to the bedposts while I was asleep.
Back. The. Fuck. Up.
I tug at my wrists, squinting up to my right side to see what she’s used. My shoelaces. I don’t have the heart to tell her they cost more than her entire attire, so I angle my face back to her, slapping on a nonchalant expression. Upon further tugging, I gather she hasn’t done a fine job restraining me at all, but I’d hate to burst her little bubble.
“It is now time for you to pleasure me,” Reggie says in her weird English accent again. I suppose she’s shooting for something posh and regal, but in practice, she sounds like a drunk cockney who is trying to slur her way into a sentence.
Still, I find her brand of crazy annoyingly sexy.
“Hop on,” I challenge her, flashing a wolfish smile she spots even in poor lighting. Her eyes zing in the darkness, and she scoots up in record time, resting her pussy on my face. I nuzzle it with my nose, licking the length of her slit, half-asleep and fully-aroused. She tastes beautiful. Sweet and fresh.
“God,” I groan, clasping my mouth over her clit and sucking it. She leans forward and balances against the wall, moaning loudly. “Can you be any more perfect?”
“Faster.” She ignores my compliment, riding my face shamelessly. I can’t help but let a chuckle escape me. What am I going to do with this little hellion?
Marry her, a deranged voice inside me suggests. Your sister’s reaction alone would be worth the headache of getting the thing annulled afterwards.
I continue licking and sucking, and she continues moaning and asking for more, more, more. It takes herculean power for me not to tug the flimsy shoelaces away, grab her ass, and grind her all over my face to deepen the friction, to drive my tongue deeper into her pussy.
I continue penetrating her with my tongue, until finally, she grabs my hair, yanks it really hard, and screams, “I’m coming!” loud enough for people in Brussels to hear. The declaration is followed by quivering thighs that press against my ears, threatening to smash them into dust, and a moan so beautiful, it would give The Cure a run for their money.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she drawls the word, dragging it out. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
My cock, which has been sitting this one out, letting my mouth work its magic, reminds me that it is still here and waiting, and I decide to serve Reggie with an unexpected, albeit pleasant, surprise. I jerk my hands free of my shoelaces with embarrassing ease, grab Reggie by the arse, and flip her over on her stomach.
She lets out a surprised squeak—not a protesting one, I assume—and wiggles her arse in the air, writhing and ready for more.
