Page 324 of Wrong Pucking Player

I love how he reminds me, as if I forgot.

“Nurse Andrews isn’t here right now. It’s Miss Sofiya Androsov, so fuck you.”

He sighs but proceeds to rub my back as if to soothe me.

“Does your head hurt?”

“No.” I mean that. “I’m just a bit dizzy. Probably winded from that amazing round of sex. God… we’re so fucking lucky when we do this shit.”

Oscar chuckles.

“I doubt we’re that lucky,” he admits and slowly pulls himself out of me. “Fuck, you’re gonna have to give me at least five minutes to calm myself down.”

“That horny?” I tease and manage to look down to see how hard he still is. “Fuck, Armani. How many rounds are needed to satisfy you.”

“Ten.”

“You didn’t last three last time.”

“I was being easy on you.”

That makes me laugh.

“Liar.”

“Kind of,” he admits and fixes the loose strands that are purposely left to shape my face while the rest is in a princess braid. “If we didn’t have to go back for dessert, I’d eat you out.”

“You tempting Adonis,” I groan. “Two of my favorite things.”

He chuckles but kisses me tenderly.

“Dizziness stopped?”

“Mhmm,” I assure him. “Please tell me my dress is safe.”

He smirks and takes a step back just to admire my obvious position more than the pushed-up dress that’s gathered around my upper waist, just below my bra strap.

“Definitely safe.”

“You didn’t even try to act like you looked at my dress,” I groan.

“I did not,” he admits with a wink before he reaches down for his boxers and pants. “You can get away saying you splashed water on your lace white dress,” he reasons. “I can’t get away with walking everywhere with a boner.”

“Hmph.” I give him a ‘sure’ look. “If this dress is wet in any way, you’ll buy me a new one, Armani.”

“I’ll buy whatever you want, Kitten,” he assures me. “I’d buy you the world if I could.”

“Too much responsibility,” I tease. “Can we go home now?”

He laughs. “No.”

“I tried,” I huff. “The dessert better be lit.”

“Your favorite should be served any minute now.”

“Wait, really?” This man has to stop me from jumping off the counter and just opening the powder room door. That’s how excited I am for ‘my special dessert.’ “Armani. Manhandle me later. My dessert is waiting for me!”

“Now with your ass cheeks out and your pussy dripping of our release,” he reminds me.

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