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“About?” I grit my teeth as she begins stroking faster and faster.
“About it not hurting the way you do it. It felt good. Real good.” She emphasizes her point by rubbing her finger over my sensitive head.
“Well, I’m glad it was good for you because it was fan-fucking-tastic for me.” I falter over my words because all I can focus on is her hand on my cock.
“This amazing part of you seems to make a potty mouth out of us both.” She tugs harder and harder.
“I’ve always been a fuck…potty mouth.” She is killing me. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t mind my potty mouth all over your pretty lips last night.”
“Well, that is true. Looks like I found a nickname for your—” She blushes, unable to finish her sentence.
“Hey! Why does my cock get a nickname, and I don’t?”
She leans in close and whispers, “Because when I’m around him, all I want to do is say fuck.”
As if on cue, my dick pulsates, happy to lay claim to that title. “I can live with that.”
“Dixon?”
I grunt in response as words have finally escaped me.
“I really…can we…do you have any condoms left?” she finally spits out.
I nod with a grin. “I just happen to have two more left.”
When her face falls, I don’t understand why. She explains her response a second later. “Would it be okay if we visited a drugstore this afternoon then?”
My cheeky, cheeky vixen. “Yes, ma’am.”
Talk of condoms and nicknames for my dick has me gently pushing her hand away and jumping up to hunt through my wallet for my golden ticket. As I roll it onto my shaft, I see Maddy watching closely. “You want to do the next one?”
She blushes but nods and then quickly looks away.
When I’m suited up, I attempt to go down on her, but she stops me by placing her hand on my shoulder. “I’m already wet,” she confesses.
I growl low, those words like gospel to my rampant brain. As I insert a finger, I feel that her words are in fact true. It doesn’t take long until she’s squirming beneath me, begging. She pulls a pained face when I slowly work my way into her.
“You sore?”
She nods.
I automatically draw my hips back, attempting to pull out. But she stops me. “Don’t you dare. Just go slow.” I smile, as it seems she’s just as addicted as I am.
When I’m sheathed all the way in, I compare the feeling to total utopia. “Maddy…” I grunt, beginning the dance I’m predicting we’ll dance many times to come.
“Hmm?” she hums, her mouth parting as she draws in passion-filled breaths.
“Happy…birthday.” I thrust into her so hard the force drives her up the bed.
She whimpers but surprises me as she grins while hooking her leg around my waist. As she raises her hips, I begin to move. “Bestfuckingbirthday ever.”
I smirk. Looks like my nickname is an appropriate one after all.
I’m checking over my emails while Maddy is on the phone to Mary. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard not to when I’m the topic of conversation.
“Yes, Lamb, I used protection. Uh-huh. I don’t know. Like twice.”
Twice? What was twice? If she’s talking about orgasms, then what about the time I went down on her twenty minutes ago?
