Page 101 of Hot Shot

“Listen, babe—you ever tell me to come, I’ll do it without question, wherever you tell me to.”

At that, she laughs. “Just like, anytime? Like I could tell you to come in the grocery store and you’d blow?”

“No, you might have to wait until the parking lot, but I’m certain I could oblige.”

We’re quiet for a moment—she watches me with a soft, small smile on her face as I clean her torso.

“Wait,” she says, “I think you missed a spot.”

“That so? Where?”

She points at her left nipple. “Right there.”

“Oh, here—lemme get that.” I palm that breast, leaving her nipple exposed so I can cover it with my mouth, sweeping my tongue around, sucking gently when I’m through. “Better?”

“Mmhmm.” Her bottom lip is between her teeth, her cheeks rosy and beautiful.

Amused, I do a more thorough inspection, pulling her leg into my lap so I can get a good look at her pussy. There’s a silvery drip of come, and I shake my head, my heart thundering at the sight. My cock, however, is exhausted and doesn’t even flinch. Tenderly, I clean the insides of her thighs, the mound of flesh above her hood, back down again, but when the cloth inadvertently brushes beyond her labia, she flinches, hissing.

A frown drags my smile down. “Sore?”

“The good kind.”

I’m already getting up. “I’ll make a bath.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she says, attempting to push up on her elbows, but it seems to take a lot of effort. I’ve exhausted her.

“I know.” I kiss her forehead and strut away like the cock of the walk to start a bath. Cass got some bubble bath and stuff for Cricket, since she loves to take baths in thebig tub, so I add a little and head back in for her.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed now but looks wobbly as she twists her hair up.

I chuckle. “You okay?”

“No! You fucked me useless. I’m not sure I can even walk.”

When I pick her up, she squeals. “You couldn’t be useless if you tried.”

“What are you doing?” she asks on a riot of laughter, her arms around my neck.

“You said you couldn’t walk.”

She’s still giggling when I put her in the tub, but when I turn to leave, she grabs my hand. “Wait! Where you going?”

“I’m getting you a snack.”

She groans like I just said something nasty about her pussy. “That is so fucking hot.”

Shaking my head, I smirk and strut my way into the kitchen to get a little plate together. Since Cass moved in, we always seem to have supplies for a cheese board, so I fill the plate up with cheeses, crackers, and some grapes, topping off her water bottle too. By the time I get back, the tub is half full and all I can see is her head, which is leaned against the back edge, her face tilted up and eyes closed. The most content smile is on her face, and goddamn, it makes me feel things. So many things. Too many things.

When she hears me, her lids open heavily, her smile spreading. There’s a little bamboo tray she brought with her that stretches across the tub. I set the plate on it, her water next to the tub, and get in behind her when she scoots up to turn off the faucet.

I, however, am all but forgotten—Cass is shoving cheese and crackers into her mouth hand over fist like a gremlin.

When I laugh, her head whips around—her cheeks are full like a squirrel’s and there are crumbs at the corners of her mouth.

“Whuu?” she says around a full mouth. I’m still laughing when I thumb the crumbs off one side.

“Nothing. Eat.”

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