TEN
ADORA
Yes, I know what I said has struck a nerve, but I don’t really care. I told him I didn’t want to have a bachelorette party, but he didn’t listen. I have a job, and that job requires I be here and not drinking or partying with women I hardly know.
“If you call me a little bitch one more time, I’ll spank your fucking ass until you’re my little bitch,” he threatens, his voice sounding a bit slurred. When he goes to sit, he almost falls off the chair but manages to catch himself.
Clearly drunk.
“Do you love her?” he asks, confusing me.
“Who?”
“The blonde. Do you love the blonde?”
I’m shaking my head before I realize I am doing it. “I don’t know her well enough for that.”
“But you haven’t ruled out the possibility of falling in love with her?” His eyes stay locked on mine as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees while waiting for my response.
When did this conversation turn so deep?
“No, I have not,” I reply honestly.
“How do you think that’s going to work when you live with me? Which, by the way, will be very soon.”
“She knows about you. It isn’t like I’m hiding the fact,” I point out, shrugging.
“No one likes to share,” he mumbles. “Though I’m not opposed to watching.” A dirty smirk touches his lips, and I can’t help the puff of laughter that escapes me.
“Is that your kink? Watching?” I ask as I resume putting books away.
“I like to watch.”
“I like to fuck,” I reply, unsure of why I’m engaging in this conversation. “And I’m not picky about the sex of my partner either.” I turn back to look at him. “Are you?”
“Yes, I fuck women, and women only.” Like that wasn’t already clear as day, but I am goading him.
“Maybe you should try a man. Though, from experience, women fuck so much better.” I smirk.
“I fuck better. I’d fuck you better,” he almost mutters.
“If you say so.” I try to hide the smile on my lips, but he catches it, and it makes him angry. He begins unbuttoning his jeans then, in one swift movement, he reaches down and pulls out his cock. At the sight, my amusement morphs to shock.
Shock that he did this?
Shock that I’m not completely disgusted?
I’m not sure.
“I’m ready to fuck, are you?” As he says it his cock gets hard, and my eyes widen. He is indeed ready. And, might I add, he has a decent-size cock. Bigger than any I have had before.
My pussy tingles totally without my permission.
Would it hurt if we fucked?
Turning my back to him, I continue to stack the shelves and state, “I’m busy.”
He chuckles. Then I hear the shuffling of feet and the slam of a door.