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Something about Olivia does it for me. It’s the way she comes back for more even though she claims she hates it. She’s never known pleasure like this, but she’s not able to admit that she likes it.
Yet.
That’s something a lot of bitches struggle with. In my MILF phase, I was shocked to learn how many horny housewives want you to break into their bedrooms and fuck them without even asking. They want to have no say in the matter and let a two-hundred-something pound alpha male take them while they can’t resist. These bitches are wild. Their desires went against everything I was taught as a boy about sex.
The MILFs I fucked would’ve sacrificed their firstborn children to be in Olivia’s shoes.
"I think we should grab cupcakes." A stack of chocolate cupcakes with rich, velvety frosting grabs my eye.
Brock shakes his head. "I’ve never once seen her eat a cupcake."
"That doesn’t mean she doesn’t like them."
"Well, I’ve seen her eat chocolates. Let’s stick with what we know."
I push out a sigh. "Tell me one time we’ve seen Olivia sitting around binging on a box of chocolates."
Brock taps his foot on the ground. "I didn’t say shesat aroundeating chocolate like that’s all she enjoys in this world. I meant that I’ve seen her sneak a square or two in class."
Brock is such a liar. There’s no way in hell this happened.
First, he doesn’t accompany her to class. That’s a dead giveaway. As a senior, Brock has too much on his plate to play babysitter. Second, I’ve been around Olivia plenty of times on campus and not once has she discreetly pulled out a square of chocolate. Or a bar for that matter.
"You’re so full of shit."
"I’m full of the truth." Brock is snappish today. "You can’t handle it."
"I can handle a lot in this world, but not bullshitters."
Brock pulls out his phone. "I’m going to text her to see what she wants."
This fucking guy. "We’re doing this to surprise Olivia. Asking her will wreck the surprise."
Brock whips around to face me. "If you really want to buy her cupcakes, do it. I won’t be your backup when she throws them in the trash."
Drama Queen.
I think about Olivia enjoying the gifts we bring her. She’d never disrespect us like that.
I pick up a vanilla hazelnut chocolate bar with a ribbon tied around it. "This is right up her alley."
Brock snatches it from my hands, then sets it on the shelf. "Not even a little bit. The few times I’ve spied on her snacking, she’s always eating dark chocolate.Darker than her soul."
My eyes roll back. "You think you’re deeper than you are."
"I am deep." Brock’s voice comes out as a snarl. "Fluency in the language of romance does that to a guy."
Brock mutters something unintelligible in French.
I curse, pivoting away from Brock. I used to be interested in French when I was a boy because Brock was fluent. I’d watch French TV shows, buy baguettes and cheese, and steal my crack whore mother’s boxed wine. I saw the way girls looked at Brock when they heard him speak even though the assholes in our school gave him shit. They were so jealous of him. That’s back beforethe shitwent down and I went to juvie.
Everything fucking changed in the joint. My desire to become more intellectual went the way of the wind. Instead, I gave myself over to football after I got out. I didn’t have room for anything else in my life besides fucking badass bitches with my eleven-inch cock and working out.
I ram the chocolate bar back on the shelf. "I spy a chocolate cake across the shop."
"What will you get her next? A teddy bear?"
I stifle a roar, then clench my fists. "She deserves the finest fucking things. She’s suffering right now due to Colt’s demons. Whatever we bring her will cheer her up."
