“Hmm,” she says, and we both know we’re thinking the same thing. What other women have been here?
“He said this wasn’t normal.” I tell her all the sweet things he’d said to me.
“Making you write instead of work on other shit says a lot too. I just want you to be careful.”
“I need to tell him I’m a virgin.” I don’t think he assumes I hop from bed to bed, but with him I’ve been moving fast, and I also talked a big game that first night when I said women should take care of their needs. As they should, but I’m sure he might think I’ve at least had sex before.
“Be straight with him. It sounds like he’s really into you. Ask him what you want to know. Also, make sure his ho days are behind him.”
“Lexi,” I pout, not wanting to think about him with anyone.
“Go eat your breakfast and rest. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say before ending the call. When I glance into the mirror, I see Samuel standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Virgin?” he asks. Well, shit. I guess that’s done.
“Ho?” I fire back.
“Come eat.” He snags me by the wrist and leads me out of the bathroom, not answering my question. I start to feel a bit fuzzy, but thankfully my head no longer hurts.
“Just don’t be a ho anymore,” I blurt out. “I mean, you’re handsome so maybe you couldn’t help it before but now?—”
“I’m not a ho,” he chuckles. “I think that pain pill is kicking in.”
“I don’t have to be a virgin, you know.” I lick my lips.
“Babe, please. It’s been years since I’ve even gone on a date, which I stopped doing because I didn’t care to do that bullshit anymore. My hand is the only thing getting me off. On top of that, you’ve been in my bed all night moaning my name. I'm on edge here.”
“Moaning your name?”
“Yeah, you called me Sammy in your sleep, and I really fucking like it. Now you’re talking about being a virgin?” He runs his hand down his face. “I need to feed you.”
“Then you could eat me?” I blurt out, then gasp and put my hand over my mouth. I did not say that.
“You’re lucky your head is hurting because now you’re teasing me, and that will earn you a spanking.” He reaches down and adjusts his cock. “Be a good girl.”
I want to be good for him, but maybe I want a spanking too. What’s a girl to do?
Chapter Twelve
SAMUEL
The scent of warm vanilla sugar surrounds me while I dream, and it’s almost real. There’s softness against me, and then I feel hands moving down my body and reaching into my sweats. I’m hard and weeping with need as Parker’s hand wraps around my length. This dream is so good that I thrust into her hand, ready for her to jerk me off.
There’s so much I want to do to her, but first I need her to get me off. If I don’t cum right this second, I’m going to die.
“Holy shit.”
I hear Parker's words, and it’s then that I blink my eyes open and see what she’s doing. She’s got her hands wrapped around my dick, and she’s stroking me as cum runs down my length. I’m still half asleep and shocked in place, but I can't take my eyes off of how she works me. Once, twice, and by the third slide of her fist I can’t hold back. A stream of cum squirts on her hands, but she doesn’t stop or pull away. Instead she keeps going, milking me for more.
“Enough.” I grab her wrist, and her eyes snap up to mine.
“Did I do something wrong?”
In one swift move, I roll her over onto her back and cover her body with mine. My sticky cock is wedged between her thighs and still throbbing for more.
“Is that a serious question?” The look she gives me shows her insecurities and hurt, and I have to put that to rest. “That was perfect.” She relaxes a little as I smile down at her. “You were perfect. You made me feel so good, I thought I was dreaming.”
