Page 73 of Best Man
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you crazy? You think I want babies all over the world?”
“Well, you just shrugged like it was no big deal.”
“Because we talked about it beforehand. And we were both tested recently. And you’re on the pill, right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then I guess I don’t see what’s so bad about it?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe that means I’m a bad person. No morals or something. But … I trust you, Paulina.”
Her heart melted. She buried herself in his chest again. “I trust you, too.”
“Besides,” he added, and she could hear the smirk he wore. “I didn’t like those shitty condoms you had, anyway.”
Her condoms were shitty? That was news to her. “What’s so shitty about them?” she asked, tickled.
He answered immediately. “They’rewaytoo small!”
“Really?” She let loose a vengeful laugh. “Those were Scott’s. He was definitely not as, um,blessedbetween the legs as you are. I guess you probably need the bigger ones, huh?”
“I could barely feel anything with that thing on! It was choking my dick.”
“Aw. Poor boy,” she said, patting his chest. “I had no idea you were suffering so badly. And here I thought you had a good time last night.”
He snickered. “Well … I wouldn’t call itsuffering…”
“No?”
“No.” He kissed the top of her head. “But tonight definitely feltmuchbetter.”
Agreed,she thought, though the last remnant of shame kept her from admitting it. But to feel guilt or shame was stupid—with Sasha, she felt comfortable, so she opened herself to him.
“You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?” she asked, getting it right out in the open.
“Why would I think that?” he asked, sounding genuinely stumped.
“Because I fucked you yesterday. The same day I met you. And I just let you fuck me without a condom.”
“Wouldn’t that make me a slut, too?” he joked. “I fucked you the same day I met you. And I fucked you without a condom, too. I’m just as slutty as you are, no?”
“Yeah, sure, but youknowwhat I’m saying, Sasha.”
“No, I don’t think you’re a slut,” he said.
“No?” she repeated, glancing up at him. She wanted to be reassured.
“No,” he insisted.
She could tell he had more to say. “What is it?” she asked.
“But Iwantyou to be a slut,” he said.
“Huh?” she asked, her nose wrinkling.
He reached for her hand. “You’remylittle slut. Aren’t you?”
“God,” she said, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She nodded happily. “Yes. I am. I love being your little slut, Sasha.”
He grinned. “Perfect.” He slithered between her legs and kissed up her soft inner thighs. “Because I want to taste your pussy now.”
