Page 150 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
With each thrust, we both grew closer to climax. Our bodies rang out through the room, our moans echoed off the old plaster walls, and our scents mingled together, adding an erotic flair to our lovemaking.
Everything about this woman I cherished, and I would be damned if I ever gave her up.
“Yes,” she called out shyly, grabbing hold of my ass and pulling me in harder with each thrust.
Fuck, just like that, my balls tightened, my toes curled, and an explosion burst from my chest, straight down my body. Rosie called out my name, and I pushed in and out of her a few more times, riding our orgasms until our bodies were completely sated.
Out of breath, I rested my forehead on her shoulder and her hand went instinctively to my hair, where she played with the short strands on the back of my neck.
“I love you,” I whispered. “So damn much.”
“I love you too.” She sighed and said, “Is it still weird for you to think we’re a couple?”
She asked that question often; I wasn’t sure why because to me, being with Rosie was the most natural and honest relationship I’d ever experienced.
I lifted my head from her shoulder and pressed it against her forehead. My lips quickly pecked hers and I said, “Rosie, I’ve never felt more comfortable or in love with another human being than I do with you. Our relationship isn’t weird to me; it’s natural, logical, and essential to my well-being.” Hopefully that answer finally satisfied her.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asked, shifting to the side to look at the clock. I was about to answer her when she screamed right in my ear.
Bringing my hand to my broken eardrum to prevent any further damage, I asked, “What the hell?”
Without saying a word, she pointed to my side of the bed. I turned to find Sir Licks-a-Lot, leg extended in the air, toes spread, and his tongue very slowly and methodically licking his little kitty balls.Fuck. No. The little shit.
I turned back to Rosie, so beyond disturbed with the sight to the side of us. “Was he there the whole time?”
“I don’t want to know the answer to that question.”
We both looked at him again, watching him continue to swat himself with his mini sandpaper tongue.
I shivered and said, “Why is he purring? Does he ever purr?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Rosie paused for a second before saying, “Why does he always stare at you? I think he might have a crush on you. Maybe you give off some kind of kitty pheromone.”
“I have been known to attract the pussies.”
With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Rosie pushed me to the side and tiptoed around Sir Licks-a-Lot before running to the bathroom, where I heard the shower turn on. I pulled the condom off my dick and held it out for the trash can, feeling concerned when Sir Licks-a-lot eyed the latex the entire time. I stopped in my pursuit of the trash can, and said, “I swear to God, if I find this chewed up and buried in the couch, I will rip your spikey dick right off your kitty frame. You hear me, you sick fuck?”
Like the ass he was, he licked his paw and rubbed the top of his head, with one single middle claw up. Whoever taught that cat to flip people off was some kind of evil genius.
* * *
“C-3PBro! You ready for the day?” Freddy asked, walking up to me and holding out his fist for a bump.
I ignored his attempt for another “bro-out” and sipped my coffee. “Don’t do that.”
Sticking his hand in his pocket like a “cool guy,” he asked, “Do what?”
“UseStar Warsnames in your sick bro-lingo.Star Warsis too good for that.”
“Have you seen the new movie? Seriously, bro, that shit was off the chain. I got a half-chub in the theater over Leia. Even in her old age I would still tap that General of the Resistance. I would give her something to braid her hair over. Pound her so hard she’d wish she’d never even hooked up with that Solo idiot and instead had waited for me.”
I held my hand up to stop the moron from talking. “I’m going to stop you right there. There were so many things wrong with that picture, but the reason I’m seconds away from crushing your nuts with the dishwasher door is because of your complete lack of respect for Han Solo. I don’t care who you are, you pay your respects.”
Freddy stood silent for a second before throwing his head back and laughing. “Oh, fuck, man, look as us, two bros fighting over a woman.”
I shook my head. “Nope. No, we’re not. Are you high?” Freddy laughed some more. “I’m serious, are you high? Nowhere in my last sentence did I say anything about a woman.”
Freddy leaned forward and whispered behind his hand. “Come on, Harrison Ford with that long hair. Can you say lady?”
