“…okay,” I relented, and let go of his cock.
He paused.
“…but what about the Texas Chinsaw Massacre?”
He howled with laughter and rolled away so I couldn’t grab his dick again, so I just beat on his back with my fists.
“NOT FUNNY!” I yelled and laughed at the same time.
Then he rolled over too quickly for me to react and pinned my body and arms to the mattress.
I struggled against him, but it was utterly pointless.
…and it was kind of hot.
With his face just a few inches away from mine, he stared into my eyes and said, “I think you are absolutely beautiful… and everything about you is perfection.”
I went “Hmph,” but inside I swelled with happiness… which I’m sure he knew, because I could barely hide my smile.
“But I don’t have big boobs,” I said, wanting to see what he would say.
“They’re exquisite just the way they are. I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet,” he said wryly, “but I’m an ass man.”
“NOOOO,” I said in over-the-top fake surprise. “You’re JOKING.”
He laughed again. “Well, it’s true… and you’ve got the hottest ass I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled so big it hurt my face. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
By now he’d stopped pinning my arms, and I circled them around his neck and whispered, “Did you want it when you first saw it?”
“No.”
I frowned. “No?!”
“Mostly I wanted to kill you.”
I burst out laughing as I remembered everything that had happened at my university. “Yeah, well, I wanted to kill you, too.”
“I was trying to save you.”
“Yeah,” I said indignantly, “and then you flipped me over your shoulder and showed my ass to the entire fucking world.”
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You were being a brat.”
“Hey!”
“You were.”
“You were being a dick!”
He just shrugged and smirked.
“And then you SPANKED me – ”
“I did enjoy that,” he admitted with a dreamy smile.