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Livy giggles, and her body shakes on top of mine, stirring my dick. She notices as she hovers over me.
“Are you still in that chivalrous mood?”
I shake my head, face serious, eyes locked on hers. “Nothing I’m feeling right now is about chivalry. Or doing the right thing.”
“Then what are you thinking about?”
“Folding you over into creative yoga shapes, stuffing you full with my cock, making you come until you pass out from exhaustion, and then waking you up the same way.”
“Is that all?”
She’s baiting me, and fool that I am, I accept. “As far as round one goes, yeah.”
“Well, get on with it then.”
She lifts off me, stands above me, and extends a palm.
“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, Pix?” I ask as I accept her proffered hand.
She shakes her head. “Nope. Do you?”
I don’t answer because like everything Livy does and says, she cuts straight to my core. I don’t know what I’m getting into, but somehow it doesn’t feel likebedis the only answer.
To avoid considering anything along those lines, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, spanking her ass when she shrieks.
“Favorite three positions?”
“I’m not complaining about this one.” She squeezes my ass as she says it.
“Can’t fuck you like this, baby. Now—” I drop my shoulder, bumping her body to spin while keeping hold of her leg, flipping her to a standing sixty-nine position. “Now, this way, I could.” I bite the inside of her thigh as I make it to the back bedroom.
I set her on the bed. “I could fuck your mouth like this,” I say, running a thumb over her bottom lip. “But you still haven’t answered me.”
I stride to the windows, closing the blinds and drawing the curtains before stalking back to her.
“Cowgirl, doggie, and missionary, but only if it’s not boring.”
“Challenge accepted. I dig your top three, but I’m not taking you for the first time from behind, so you’re stuck with me having to get creative to keep you from being bored.
“Now, come here, Olivia.”
Her face jolts. I’ve never called her that. But she does as she’s told, rising from the bed to stand in front of me.
I tilt her face up to mine. “You’re going to tell me what you like. You’re sure as fuck going to tell me what you don’t. I want to hear how I make you feel.” It’s not a question. I’m not asking for her acquiescence. I’m demanding she agree.
She nods once.
“Undress me.”
Her hands reach to the waistband of my tee, and she uses her fingers to play along its hem. She lifts the shirt, and I bend forward to allow her to pull it over my head. Her fingers trail down the ridges of my abs, playing in the divots and swells. She comes to the vee that disappears into my pants and rubs her thumbs through those muscles.
I have a steel pipe in my pants from her looking at me like she is and flirting as she undresses me. She slides my track pants and briefs down my legs, trailing her hands down my thighs as she shoves them down. She bends to the floor to help me step out of them but lets her splayed fingers climb up my body as she stands.
She grabs my balls, holding them in the palm of her hand before grasping my dick and rubbing her thumb over its head.
I reach and lift her sports bra, dropping it to the floor. I place both hands on her shoulders and move them in unison, to circle her tits, rub her erect nipples, and thumb the underside.
“So you like that?” I ask.
