Page 113 of Tapped By My Roommate

“Godzilla sex?” I asked puzzled.

Rhett smirked. “Come to the bedroom. I have one more gift for you, Babezilla.”

Babezilla. So this was where I was going to find out why I should appreciate that nickname…

I stared, eyes wide, as he opened his top dresser drawer and retrieved the most massive dildo I’d ever seen. It was at least nine inches long, and more than half that wide in the middle, rippling with ridges that were orange overlaying a dark green.

“Is that…”

“A Godzilla cock.” He grinned shamelessly. “Want to use it on me?”

I snatched it out of his hand so fast he laughed. “Get naked, Rhett. You’re not allowed to put on clothes again until I say so.”

His smile turned seductive. “Yes, sir. Maybe I need to add some kink to that sex list of ours.”

I kissed him thoroughly, ridiculously excited at the prospect of using the monster dildo on him. I’d never have dreamed it up in a million years, but now that it was in my hand and Rhett was volunteering as tribute, I was incredibly intrigued.

“You’re a braver man than me,” I murmured. “Should I feel inadequate next to this thing?”

Rhett grinned. “Not a chance. You always satisfy. Now, fuck me, Babezilla. I want you to remember tonight for the rest of your life.”

“No worries there.”

I followed Rhett into the bed, both of us giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of what we were about to do. Then his lips found mine, and I melted for him, the way I always did.

Rhett accepted all of me just as I was. He loved me for my quirks, not in spite of them. He even embraced them in new and wild ways, like tonight.

I knew I’d enjoy all the exploration we had ahead—no matter how mundane or adventurous. Because Rhett would be at my side, walking shoulder to shoulder, the perfect wingman.

The perfect friend, roommate, lover, and eventually husband.

Till death do us—and Zilla—part.

THE END