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“How the hell can you say that after everything that happened in the past?”
“The past is in the past. I fail to see the reason why this should be made into an argument.”
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe the tiny fact that the last time you put your dick in me, Gwen came out of it.”
“She must’ve been a fast sperm.”
“You’re disgusting.” She hits my shoulder. “What happened isn’t a joke.”
“Never thought of it as one, considering my single parent status. The fact remains, we were kids back then, but we aren’t anymore, so quit the dramatics. They don’t suit you.” I start to fuck her with my cum, but she crawls back like an injured animal.
Her glare could cut stones as she folds into herself. “I said. Don’t even think about it, Kingsley.”
“You have to elaborate because, unlike the press’s claims, I’m unable to read minds.”
“Your eyes are shining with that light that means you’ll take me again.”
“I won’t take you, I’llfuckyou.” I smile, falling onto my back to physically subdue my libido. “But I’ll give you some time to recuperate.”
She remains in a sitting position, facing me, but pulls her knees to her chest and hides most of her nakedness. “Thanks, Your Majesty.”
“Most welcome, my good girl.”
Her lips part and I grin. To say I like taking her off guard would be an understatement. She becomes docile in a way, and so fucking adorable.
An adjective that I shouldn’t even have the capacity to use on this woman.
She has this side of her that’s hidden from everyone.
Everyone except me.
“You’re in an awfully good mood for someone who was punching a tree in the middle of the night like the main character from a slasher movie.”
“An intense fuck does that. You were a good sport.” I reach for my pants that are lying nearby and pull out my Zippo.
“I’m not a damn sport.”
“You can be the whole fucking Olympics.” I grab her coat and throw it on her.
While I’m as hot as a sauna, she was shivering just now. It’s a shame to sacrifice the view of her pink tits and pussy, but priorities and all that.
“You can be such an asshole.”
“Can be? I thought I was an asshole for certain.” I tuck the coat under her chin, then I tilt her head so I can get a better view of her eyes.
They’re as deep as the earth but are still reaching for the sky with the stubbornness of tall trees.
She pulls away, then pauses, grabbing my hand between hers and examining it. “You’ve busted your knuckles.”
I tactfully retrieve it, lie back down, and flip the Zippo open with my hand that’s resting on my chest. “They’ll heal.”
“You’re not some thug or in high school anymore.”
“Thanks for the unnecessary reminder about my existential status. I’ll add it as a note in my schedule.”
“You know, emphasis on reason and systematic thinking is a synonym to retreating from living.”
“Spare me the Nietzsche bullshit.” I angle my head to face her. “Besides, ever heard of practicing what you preach?”
