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“What you weren’t doing was taking your dick out.”

“Is your sole purpose in life just to surprise me with the crazy shit that comes out of your mouth?” I asked her with concentrated, abject affection.

“You’re one to talk.”

“You really want this?”

“What was your first clue?” she asked wryly. “I’ve been so subtle.”

“Why?”

“Why have I been so subtle?”

“Why do you want me to take it out? Do you have any plans… after it’s out?”

“Nope. Not one. I’m just curious. Is that all right with you?”

“Anything you want is all right with me. If you asked me bury my face in your ass while you read my Wikipedia page out loud, I would do it.”

“Very specific. How about we stick to the basics?”

“I can do that. Do you want to take it out yourself, or should I do it?”

“You do it,” she said it like it was a dare.

I took her hair down.

“No one said my hair was on the table,” she told me.

I pulled my shirt off.

“No one told you to take off your shirt,” said Ro.

I grinned. She loved it. Her eyes were eating my abs in adoring little bites.

I didn’t draw it out for another second, pulling the loose waistband of my athletic shorts and boxer briefs out and down and showing her what she wanted.

She stared. It was gratifying when her breath started to pant in and out of her in short bursts.

My breath was just as unsteady.

She didn’t ask, but I stroked it for her.

“You’re big,” she said blankly.

“How do you know? How many dicks have you seen, virgin?”

“And so thick,” she added, ignoring my questions.

She leaned forward just a fraction and came around to answering, “And if ten inches isn’t big, we’re living in an alternate universe. That’s how I know. Math.”

“Nine and a half. And if you breathe on it, I’m going to come. This is fair warning. You have me so primed it won’t take much.”

She leaned forward just far enough and breathed.

I shut my eyes, fighting for control. “Okay, maybe it’s ten now. Just for you. You really do have a mean streak. You wicked, little harridan.”

“Come, then. I want to see it.”