Page 134 of Devilish Debt
Salay gives a tiny three finger wave while Zero merely grins goodbye.
Poor guy.
However, I get it.
I just hope he learns like I have.
The instant we’re alone again, Salay bluntly states, “He fucked her and now he regrets not being the one to continue to fuck her.”
“Eres un poeta,” I lightly chortle, thumb stroking our boyfriend’s neck.
“I am a poet and I am right, right?”
“Sí.”
Her snarky smirk doesn’t distract Zero from glancing up to ask, “You mean it?”
“What?”casually escapes between sips.“That’s she’s a poet?”Additional warm chuckles shake my shoulder.“She’s noFrostbut I’d give herDickinson.”
“You just wanna give me dick,” sasses our lady.
“Siempre.”
“The last name thing,” our younger partner proclaims, regaining my full focus.“You want me to have yours?”
“Sí.”
“Like…no cap?”
“Like…I want you to have me in any way and every way, Zero.”
Which is why the occasional switch sesh is an option.
I didn’t hate taking it to the level I imagined I would; however, it is not something I want all the time.
Honestly?
I like dominating and he likes being dominated.
The availability…theflexibility…for the sporadic shift in that aspect is further evidence of giving him something I’ve never given to anyone else.
Except Salay.
Who can’t exactly fuck me with more than her tongue.
I’ve come to rather enjoy that too.
I still prefer my balls, but I won’t turn down a rim job.
“Aw,” Salay sweetly coos, “that kinda talk deserves a roadie on the way home.”She props her elbow on the table and flops her face into her open palm.“Don’t worry, I’ll drive.”
“You just want the keys to my new Bentley.”
Her giggles are barely spoken over, “What about Salay?”
“What about me?”she swiftly jabs back.
“Do you want her to have your last name too?”
