Bombshell by CD Reiss

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Bombshell by CD Reiss

“I talk during,” I said matter-of-factly as I put the blanket over him. “And dirty.  And dick.  and even though it’s inappropriate and against the rules, I’d love for you to bury yours in me so hard it hurts.  I dream about you fucking me like an animal three nights a week, and the other four you fuck me like you own me.”
His tongue found its way into my mouth.  He tasted like a bad decision.  He tasted like the thing you always said you shouldn’t have done, but didn’t regret anyway.  A little bit of starlight.  The tart sting of the forbidden and the sweetness of a sin you think you’re getting away with.