Page 92 of S is for SEX

“I’m afraid the back of my ass might be covered in a few rug burns, but I’m not a babbling pile of flesh, Mister,” I said in a sarcastic tone.

He rolled off of me and turned to his side. The corners of his mouth curled into an unapologetic shitty little smile. “Not yet.”

“What does that mean?” I snapped back, still beaming with pride from my accomplishments.

“It means what I said. Not yet, Liv. You will. I was just seeing if we fit each other.”

“And?”

He locked eyes with me. “I’d say we’re good to go.”

“Did you have your doubts?”

“Not really,” he responded.

Fuck yes.

“Me neither,” I said.

I rolled to my side, cupped my hand between my legs, and stood. The pain in my shoulders and the top of my butt were all the reminder I needed that I would be covered in rug burns.

As I waddled to the bathroom, I was further reminded of just how big Luke’s cock really was.

And I couldn’t help but wonder what his not yet remark would bring with it when the time came.

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