Page 44 of Dirty Reads

“You’re here strictly for the dick?”

“Pretty much. I mean, you’re cool and stuff, but you’re not interested in anything but fucking, so I’d be a fool to get all caught up in who you are. Dudes like you dump chicks like me. And, the last I heard, all I was entitled to was a one-night stand.”

I glared at her.

She raised her index finger. “Oh, wait. I guess, technically, that day you fucked me in the ass in the parking lot at Target, you said I was alright. So, I’ve got that going for me.”

“I’m not saying I do, but if I wanted more from you. If this wasn’t just us fucking, what would you say my redeeming qualities are?”

“If we were just talking? Like just kicking it?” she giggled. “Hanging out and being besties?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she said. “I like it that you’re demanding. And that you’re really confident. I like the way you walk. And how you carry yourself. You know, your swagga.”

“My swagger?”

She shook her head. “Swagga.”

“Swagga.”

“Yep. I like it,” she said. “And how you’re a prick. I like that. It’s hot.”

I set my beer on the end table and folded my arms in front of my chest. “A prick, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Give me a for instance.”

“Well, like when we went out the first time and you said ‘grab your purse, we’re leaving and I’m gonna make sure your mouth is too full to talk later’ or whatever you said. I liked that. It was a total dick move for you to act like that, but it made me wet. I loved it.”

I had no idea. I narrowed my eyes and stared at her. “Ready?”

She shrugged. “Sure.”

“Stand up,” I demanded.

“What?”

With my arms still folded in front of my chest, I stood up, glared at her, and cleared my throat. “Stand. Up.”

She stood up.

I took a step toward her. “Get on your knees,” I said dryly.

She lowered herself to her knees.

I took another step in her direction, unzipped my zipper, and pulled out my cock. “Open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth.

I stopped. She met my gaze.

I stroked my cock a few times. She seemed to be waiting on instructions. “Is that a turn on?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Is that a turn on?”