Page 66 of The Fed Sex Man

She seemed offended. “No,” she snapped.

“Okay. Don’t, please.”

“Don’t worry. It’s for my eyes only.”

“Thank you.”

“So, you two are like, what, an item, or whatever?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there at the end, he said he never wanted to stop fucking you. You agreed. I just thought that meant you two were, I don’t know, together.”

I’d given the comment Tyson made in the throes of passion little, if any, consideration. The thought of being in a relationship was impossible for me to fathom. I was the permanently single nerd who was lucky enough to get fucked once upon a time by someone who happened to smell the desire leaching from my pores.

“I don’t know,” I responded. “We haven’t talked about it since.”

“Well, you should. I like the thought of you two being together. It’s a cute story.” She slid her phone into her pocket and shrugged playfully. “And, I like watching you fuck.”

I wasn’t sure if Tyson and I would ever be in a relationship, but from the little bit of video I’d seen, I liked watching us fuck, too.