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“Oh fuuuuck…” Feeling everything inside of me tighten to the point of pain, I let my head fall back and fucked her mouth until the pressure in my balls released with a sudden jerk. “Watch the teeth.”

“Mmm.”

Hips bucking wildly, I came hard in her mouth as my thighs shook from the instant relief. “Jesus…”

“Woo,” she breathed, flopping back on her heels as she dragged in several mouthfuls of air. “That’s a personal best.” Wiping the corner of her mouth, she climbed to her feet and readjusted her ponytail, while giving me a devilish wink. “Feeling better, stud?”

“Yeah.” All I could do was lean against the wall and nod at the powerhouse of a girl who could suck dick like a Hoover. “Uh, thanks?”

“Meh.” She shrugged and waved a hand around. “I figured I owed you a blowy.”

“I, uh…” Shaking my head to clear the lusty haze in my head, I reached down and put my dick away, feeling a swell of heat at the memory of her mouth on me. Instantly, I was sporting a solid semi. “Sorry for the, uh, for the mess.”

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t want you to come in my mouth, I would have stopped you, and if I didn’t want to swallow, I wouldn’t have.”

Fuck me.

What was I supposed to say to that?

“Thank you?” It seemed like the appropriate phrase given that she had blown my world with her tongue. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Such good manners,” she teased, reaching up to pat my cheek before moving for the door. “Don’t worry, pookie. I plan on cashing in my love chip later.”

“Love chip?” Chuckling, I followed her back into the hallway. “Should I know what that means?”

“It means you should neck a few Red Bulls before you come over tonight,” she replied, fist-bumping me before skipping off in the direction of the labs. “Because you won’t be getting much sleep, my friend.”

19

Weighing Scales and Ouija Boards

JOEY

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, standing in Molloy’s bedroom doorway, as I took in the sight of her standing on her mother’s bathroom weighing scales in a skimpy red bra and gray granny knickers.

“Oh good, you’re here.” Huffing out a breath, she stomped over to the door and dragged me inside her room before closing her door and locking it. “I’m having a crisis.”

“You’re having a crisis?” I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing over her glorious body. “I’m having a crisis just looking at ya.”

“Well, simmer down, stud, because I’m having a serious problem here.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I’ve put on weight.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“Yes, I have,” she argued, blowing a blond strand of hair off her face. “I’ve ripped the ass out of my jeans.”

I pressed a fist to my mouth to stop my laughter.

“It’s not funny.” Narrowing her eyes, she slapped my shoulder. “Don’t say anything about the size of my ass.”

“I love your ass,” I placated, holding my hands up. “Your mother probably shrank your jeans in the tumble dryer.”

“No, because when I asked her about it, she said she dried them on the clothesline,” my girlfriend cried dramatically. “And then Kev said that I’ve an ass like a blowfish’s face.”

Now, I did laugh.

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