Page 67 of Heartless Sinner

Brooks: I’m going to make you taste my cum again to take those words back too.

Me: In your dreams.

Me: How do you know it doesn’t taste bad? Have you tasted yours?

Brooks: No.

Me: Anyone else’s?

Brooks: Cum with sperm? No. Yours? Yes.

Brooks: Better yet, let me taste it again to give you the answer. Sneak out of the castle.

Me: Hell no.

Brooks: Why?

Me: You’re not marriage or king material.

Me: You may be the son of the president, but I’m a princess.

Brooks: May the best position win then.

Brooks: But until then, go ahead and do it.

Me: I’m not sneaking out.

Brooks: Put your hand down your panties and let me see you play with yourself then.

I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my thighs together.

This was the dangerous part.

When our fighting turned into flirting, I forgot why I was supposed to hate him.

Brooks: I’ll think about how good you taste as you do it.

I made the dirtiest face I could at the nearest camera as I typed.

Me: You’ll never taste me again.

Brooks: Wrong.

Brooks: As soon as we get back to Saint Vale, I’m going on a Daphne’s-pussy-only diet.

Me: It’s too low carb for your liking.

Me: I’m actually in the middle of having a chastity belt made with barbed wire as we speak.

Brooks: Do that, and I’ll become a problem for everyone you love.

Brooks: How many times have you touched yourself, thinking about me?

I gripped my phone tight. No way was I ever telling the truth on that one.

Me: Never.

Brooks: Still lying …