Page 37 of Cupid's Shot

“That was with them. Not me.”

I laugh in disagreement.

He bends down, speaking directly into my ear. “We’re not going to sleep until you come on this cock.”

“Yes, sir,” instinctively comes out in response, and he smacks my ass.

“Now do as you’re told,” he says before kissing the back of my shoulders. He slows down, and his fingers return to my clit. The slow strokes and his lips on my neck are building me up. “Come for me,” he breathes. “I’ve never wanted anything more. I want you to come on my cock. Give in.”

I cry out, almost annoyed that he was able to ask for it and get it. Maybe all I ever needed was someone to speak this directly to me. Or maybe I just needed Aaron Olson.

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Placing baby kisses on her back, I’m euphoric. Her orgasm triggered mine, and now I’m basking in the afterglow. As I pull out, I can’t believe this—how perfect we are together.

"Sarah Anderson," I finally say, "that was epic." I take off the angel wings and lie next to her, pulling her into my chest and kissing her forehead. "Let me grab you a warm washcloth."

She giggles. "I’m going to go pee."

I point toward the door connecting to the primary bathroom. She slips out of bed, and I open my dresser, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants for her. I place them at the end of the bed.

“What’s this?”

“For you, to be comfortable.”

“I was going to sleep naked.”

“I’m not going to argue with that. So, you're staying over?”

“How else am I going to fuck my boyfriend all night?”

“Come here,” I say softly. She slides back under the blankets, and I pull her in to be my little spoon, whispering in her ear, “My girlfriend.”

“I would’ve said yes ... if you’d asked me to homecoming,” she says, and I smile, kissing the back of her head. I couldn’t behappier. Sarah rolls over, staring at me before whispering, “My boyfriend.”

We both smile, and then she rolls on top of me. “Ready for round two?”

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Saturday, February 15th

Waking up next to Aaron, it feels so perfect. Watching my cherub sleep, it sets in that I have a boyfriend. My boyfriend is Aaron Olson. Who would have ever thought? I smile and throw on the hoodie. Making my way downstairs, I pick up some of the remnants from our evening—whipped cream and strawberries that got left out and various pieces of our clothing.

In the kitchen, I get coffee started for us, reliving the best Valentine’s Day of my life. It sinks in that our anniversary will be Valentine’s Day.He’s going to have to keep those wings.I chuckle to myself.That can be our little tradition. The machine beeps, and I carry the two cups up to his room.

“No pants,” he says, sitting up in bed. “My favorite.”

“That reminds me.” I chuckle. “I have to text my friends something.”

Opening up the BFF group chat, I begin typing.

Sarah Anderson

In honor of this tradition we seem to be establishing … Cupid shot … a lot last night

Rachel Wagner

Of course he did!

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