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“Done.”
“Good.” I slithered myself downward. “You should probably know… I’m pretty intent on giving you the best head of your life.” His pupils went the size of saucers as he watched me. “I mean, what kind of dream fuck would I be if I didn’t…?”
Ashley licked his lip as I drifted my fingers up the length of his cock.
“I realize you’ve been blown by men,” I went on, “so that may be a lofty or even outrageous goal. But a girl’s gotta have goals…” I drifted a fingertip around his piercing and back down his shaft. “Practice makes perfect, right?”
“Uh… huh…” he breathed. Then his mouth drifted open as I sucked his cock into my mouth, and the most beautiful haze of pleasure softened his face.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ash
I’d never woken up to find ninety-five-percent of a woman’s body sprawled directly on top of mine before. I was hotter than Satan’s ball sac and about as sweaty, but I wasn’t about to complain.
Danica was naked, her tits squished against my ribs and her head on my chest. She was making little purring-sighing sounds that were probably supposed to be snores but totally weren’t.
We’d fallen back asleep after all the hot morning sex. It was late morning now, and I wasn’t even sure what to do with her. More sex, obviously. But after that… I really didn’t want to let her go. I just really didn’t want this day to end.
I wanted to keep her.
Right here, with me.
I eased out from under her so slowly I didn’t even wake her, managing to leave her undisturbed on the bed. I smoothed her hair off her face. But as I slid my hand away, she grasped my wrist and mumbled, “Don’t go.”
My heart fucking squeezed as her warm little fingers wrapped around me, clutching tight.
I leaned down to whisper close in her ear. “Not going anywhere, babe. This is my house, remember? I’ll be right back.”
I went to take a piss, then wandered into the kitchen and chugged some pineapple juice. Then I poured her a glass of water, like she’d done for me when I stayed over at her place, and took it back to the bedroom. I put it on her side of the bed and slid back in with her.
She snuggled into my side as I put my arm around her. “What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Almost noon.”
“Mmm. Are you hungry? Should I make us more food?”
“Jesus, you’re nice.” I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t think I’ve ever dated such a nice girl before.”
She laughed sleepily. “You date mean girls?”
“Uh-huh. Mean girls. Self-obsessed girls. Emotionally disinterested in me girls…”
“In summary, girls with issues…?” Danica peeked up at me, then rolled onto her back and stretched leisurely. “Or girls who just aren’t so nice toyou?”
“Something like that. Get back what you put out there, right?”
“If that’s true,” she said, blinking at me way too innocently, “how come you’re with such a nice girl right now?”
“You mean because I’m such an asshole?”
“I’d never say that.”
“Because you’re so nice. Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
She slid her hand up to play with my hair. Fucking loved it when she did that. “You’re a mean boy? Is that what you’re saying, Ashley?”
“Definitely what some people would say about me.”
