Page 40 of Anyone But You
“Ditto,” I responded, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto the brush. “Why do you pack extra toothbrushes?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Just in case one falls in the toilet,” she mumbled around her toothbrush.
“How many times has that happened to you?”
“Enough.”
“What’s this?” I asked, accepting an unraveled loofah. Victoria spat into the water before educating me.
“This feels like history repeating itself. It’s an African net sponge. Do you require a demonstration?” she asked tauntingly.
“A PowerPoint would be preferable.”
I squatted to retrieve a bottle I thought was soap—until Victoria’s aht-aht-aht echoed throughout the alcove.
“Give me that,” she demanded, snatching the bottle away.
“What’s yoni wash?”
She fixed me with a devious smile. “Oh, you’re about to find out.”
12
Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Caldwell
Victoria
We fell onto our “bed,” with me straddling Knox. His mouth covered mine hungrily, sending shivers of desire racing through me. It had only taken three seconds for realization to hit Knox like a Mack truck. He cleared his throat and offered to wash on the other side of the fall while I cared for my “yoni.”
And take care of it, I did!
I washed thoroughly until I felt like a woman again and put in a little razor action. My pussy was face-riding ready.
Knox pulled away, and I chased his lips until he stopped me.
“What’s the matter?”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked cautiously, eyes sharp and assessing.
“I wanted to fuck on you when you made it your personal mission to give me daily aneurysms. You swam the depths ofthe ocean and were bitten by a shark to bring me food and my belongings. Not only did your survival score go up, but your fuckability score skyrocketed.” He sighed, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“In my fantasy, I had you spread out on my executive desk. I miss my desk.”
I snorted and trailed down his body, kissing him feverishly. “What else happened in your fantasy?” I asked, finally reaching his happy trail.
“You were moaning loudly as I slammed into you, and I encouraged you to scream at the top of your lungs because no one would hear you because everyone had left for the evening.” I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs, taking my time and giving myself a little show. I nestled my nose in the pubic hairs Iknewwould be drenched in my pussy juices momentarily. The hair was soft and smelled like my body wash, as if he had spent the night and didn’t have time to run to his place to shower before work.
“Tell me what else, baby,” I encouraged, leaning back to free his dick. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and held back a moan when it sprang out, already leaking, and slapped his abdomen.
Knox had what I’d classify asID Channeldick. He had the kind of dick that’d make me hide in his trunk and murder a little bit.
I hope this man is ready to be soul-tied to me.
“You’d yell at me and call me a piece of shit. You’d tell me that you hated me, but I didn’t give a shit. You could hate me all you wanted because your hate didn’t keep you from leaking down my dick. Fuck, Victoria,” he groaned when I licked the stream of precum that trickled down his veined shaft. I hummed my satisfaction and slurped the crown of his dick into my mouth.
I always knew that, at some point, I’d be swallowing down Knox’s meat, but I always thought I’d be on my knees under his desk or in a penthouse suite on the company’s dime. Never in a million years did I believe I’d be drooling down the eighth wonder of the world with my ass in the air on a deserted island.
But honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
