Page 24 of XOXO, Yours

“Magnum? Optimistic… I like it.”

I pull off my boots, then stand upright in time to see her jeans hit the floor at her ankles. Jules is on the taller side and her long legs prove it. Her simple black panties are so sexy.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I say.

“Most guys look at a woman’s face when they say something like that.”

I glance up at her. “Oh, your face is beautiful. But you know that. You know how sexy you are, and that just makes you even hotter.”

One of her brows cocks.

I shuck my jeans, tossing them on the floor and pulling off my socks while I’m at it. Then I’m just standing there in my boxer briefs. My dick is already obnoxiously erect. Way to play it cool, buddy.

Her eyes slide down my chest. “Or not at all optimistic. Holy shit, cowboy. How do you walk around with that monster between your legs?

I nearly laugh, but then she’s suddenly on her knees in front of me.

“I need a closer look.”

She latches onto the waistband and pulls my underwear off of me and down my legs.

I grip my dick and give it a tight squeeze because holy hell I cannot come yet. But the sight of Jules on her knees in front of me is driving me crazy.

“Big hand, big dick,” she says. “Okay, I get it, you’re proportionate, but still. Do you know how well hung you are? I mean, do you know this isn’t normal and above average and all of that?” She’s pointing at my dick the entire time she’s talking.

“Can you get up, please? It’s very distracting having you down there,” I say.

“In a minute. I’m doing an inspection.”

That makes me laugh. I’ve never laughed during sex.

She knocks my hand away and then replaces it with her own. But her fingers don’t touch when she wraps them around my shaft. Then she leans forward and takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck, Jules,” I groan. I squeeze my eyes shut and simultaneously try to focus on anything else, while also enjoying every second her hot, wet mouth is on me.

“Great idea,” she says as she pops off of me. “You should definitely fuck Jules.”

I grab her and kiss her hard, pressing myself against the warm softness of her skin. Then I pick her up and toss her onto her bed.

“Tell me what you like,” I say.

She blinks up at me. For a second, something moves across her face. Surprise, maybe. Like nobody has ever asked her that before, and she isn’t sure what to do with the question.

Then it’s gone, and the sharp, bossy version of her is back.

“You want instructions?”

“I want to get it right. Want to get you right.”

Her mouth softens at the corners. Just barely. Then she takes my hand and moves it down her stomach to the waistband of her panties.

“Start here,” she says.

So I do.

Here’s what I learn about Jules over the next hour: she’s as commanding and feisty in bed as she is everywhere else.

I lean in and run my nose up her bare thigh. “So damn bossy.”