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I chuckle, enjoying the fact that her hair is ruining her sexy moment and turning her into such a genuine and relatable person compared to that stick in the mud from early last night. The universe is doing just fine, as far as I’m concerned.

“After I fuck you senseless, you’ll know the universe is definitely conspiring against you.”

Her head is lowered, her hands stroking up the sides of my ribcage as I work the band to free different sections of her hair.

“Stroke my dick.”

“I can’t. You have a condom on.”

Shit.

“My balls then.”

I nearly close my eyes when one hand cups them while the other strokes my taint. Damn, no girl I’ve ever been with is down for stroking under my balls, even with them hairless. I don’t know whether to be mad at her hair situation delaying my fucking her or to enjoy it for the unexpected stroking she’s giving to my very sensitive area. When her fingers drift too far toward the cave, I jolt back. That’s a no-go zone. At least for me, but it’s definitely not for her. I’d love to get in there tonight if she’ll let me.

“Hey, hey now. We don’t need to venture too far off the main road,” I warn, and a light giggle bubbles from her.

“Some guys like it. Getting rimmed, eaten, or even pegged.”

Her fingers return to safer ground, forcing me to stifle a moan when I respond.

“You’re not tossing my salad or penetrating me. Now you, on the other hand, that’s happening.”

Fucking success as I get the last bit of her hair out. I’m past ready to fuck her, and with the thought of anal sex with her and her experienced hands working me over, I’m about to burst.

“There, it’s out. Now stand up.”

She shakes out her hair, the blonde streaks falling around her shoulders, and when she looks up at me, she smiles her gratitude.

“Thank you.” Her toes dip toward the floor, and I catch her at the waist to stop her. “What are you doing?”

Ah, she has no idea. I fucking love it. Going in blind is the best damn part. I catch her shin and push her foot back to the edge of the counter, like how she was before. Her face changes with recognition.

“You want me to stand up here?”

“Yeah. Lose the robe.”

Without waiting for her response, I’m pushing the robe off her shoulders, freeing those perfect breasts. Normally, I’d devour them, but her cum on my face is drying, and I’m not wasting it on anything but her lovely mouth.

“Come on, Chloe, my condom is drying out.”

It’s a lie with the amount of precum that has been leaking into it, but the fear of her getting pregnant must be a big deal because she moves pretty quick after I say it. She places a hand on my forearm as I help her move the robe out of the way so she can stand on the countertop before me. By the hesitancy in her stance and the look on her face, she’s obviously uncomfortable, and I’m going to kill that doubt quickly.

“There ya go, Tiger. That wasn’t so hard.”

“This is weird.”

Her voice is uncertain, and she bites her lip, wanting my next instruction.

“No, this is fucking awesome. Do you trust me?”

I know she doesn’t. She questions almost everything I ask but ends up doing it anyway. She is curious, and that’s a good thing. Getting her outside her comfort zone is proving more fun for both of us.

“Not really.”

“I didn’t think so, but who’s in power now? Who’s standing over me with her delicious pussy inches from my face?”

When I look up into her deep blue eyes, they glint, and a quiet little smile plays at her lips.

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