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“What? It’s true. Your pussy ate my cock. That little lady was hungry.”
“You’re ruining the moment.”
“Were we having a moment?” Hollis asks, laughter still in his voice. “Shit.”
“Why do I put up with you?”
He lifts me up and places me on his stomach, forcing me to look at him. His blue eyes blaze up at me, spearing me right in half. The scruff on his jaw darkens his features, pushing him over the edge of sexy to smoldering. But not only is he hot, like ungodly hot, but he’s sweet, caring, loving, and one cocky bastard. The combination is catastrophic. There is no way I could end this with him right here, even if I wanted to. I still want him, but not just his body. I want his soul.
“You put up with me because you can’t get enough of my witty banter. Repartee is a vital component to a healthy and successful relationship.”
“Why is that something you would say?”
“I read books, remember? My Kindle? Did you think I just found out how to edge out your pussy like a master? No, I read that shit and studied it. Romance novels are my best friend.”
Well, hell. I guess that makes them my best friend too.
“Now, answer me two things. One, what kind of praises do you want to sing to my cock?”
I roll my eyes and try to get off him but he holds me still.
“I’m serious, my dick is self-centered. He loves to hear things that boost his ego. So don’t be shy, go ahead, praise away.”
“You want praise?” He nods. “Okay, it’s not as lumpy as I thought it was going to be,” I tease, but the reaction I get from him is priceless.
“My dick is not lumpy.”
“Really? Have you shoved it up your asshole and felt it? If you did, you would feel a few lumps in the process.”
There are no lumps but it’s good to put him in his place.
“Pretty sure if I stuck my dick up my own ass, not only would I have one massive dick, bigger than what I have already, which I wouldn’t be mad about, but it would be a smooth velvety insertion. So perhaps it’s not my dick but your vagina.” He puts a finger up in the air. “I do recall thinking,wow did Melony get a few pinto beans implanted in her vaginal canal?Is she trying to make chili in her pussy? Because her meat curtains sure do have some lumps.”
“Pussy chili? What is wrong with you?”
“Wrong with me?” he asks on a chuckle. “You’re the one brewing up corn bread and chili in your vagina. Honestly, Mel, it’s called an oven.”
“I can’t handle you right now.”
“Aw, and yet, you’re still here, caressing my abs like they’re your own personal love nuggets.”
“God, do not call them that.”
“Oh, do you have a nickname for them? I would love to hear it.”
“I would love to hear the second point you were trying to make before your cock became the topic of conversation.”
“Cock talk is always a great topic of conversation.” I try to get up again but he holds me down and laughs. “All right, fine. The second thing I want you to answer is this: will you give me a chance? Will you let me try to be the man you deserve, despite your reservations?” When I glance up at him, the laughing, fun Hollis has been replaced. Serious, sincere eyes look down at me, conveying how much he means what he says.
Will I give him a chance? I think right about now, there is no option. He’s captured me and pulled me into his little world.
It’s clear; I have no choice in the matter. I still want him.
How did he know exactly how to treat me before? How?I haven't made it easy for him, yet he knew what I needed.
Just from the brief moment I spent with your mom, I could tell she is strong and beautiful just like you. Any man would be lucky to call her his.
It’s his loss for choosing not to watch you turn into a gorgeously intelligent and breathtaking woman.He does see my scars, even though they are internal. Somehow, he does understand me.
