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" Ah, Samuel? Eyes up here, please.”
I dragged my gaze from her breasts to her lips, and lifted my brows. “Yeah, you’re not my type, but you have an incredible rack, and I’d like having those lips on my dick.”
It sounded like my usual bullshit, but it was possibly the most honest, unfiltered thing I’d said all day.
She snorted, spraying vodka from her mouth and nose, and shook her head. “You need to shut that shit down. I’m not giving you a blowjob. Stop thinking about it. "
― Kate Canterbary , Necessary Restorations (The Walshes, #3)
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" Sam?”
I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and they were everwhere from her legs to her belly to her breasts, and as much as that shirt turned me on, it needed to go. It was cute while it lasted. “Yes, Sunshine?”
“If I let you in,” she said, climbing onto her bed as I followed. “Promise not to break anything.”
She was caged beneath me, her hand firm on my cock while I inched the skirt up her sides, but she was suddenly so much more delicate than I’d ever noticed.
“It’s a deal,” I whispered. “Just don’t break me either, okay? "
― Kate Canterbary , Necessary Restorations (The Walshes, #3)