I don’t even know why I said it except for the simple fact the shit needed to be said. I was focused on her fucking situation, but when she started telling me I was being nice to her, that made me want to prove to her how fucking nice I wasn’t. “Did you just…? I can’t believe you did that. You’re such an arrogant asshole.” She jerked back from me, trying to mask her embarrassment or arousal to the whole act. I was aching to touch her again, to slam her down on my shitty-ass childhood bed and smash her, but I didn’t want my ma to hear all that, so I was resigned to get all up in her space again. I leaned in close to her face and whispered against her mouth, “I call it like I see it, babe.” Then I let my mouth graze across her chin, and I felt her stiffen with anticipation as I slowly made my way down her neck and stopped at the sensitive flesh just under her chin. She let out a small gasp as I pressed my mouth briefly to her skin, and because I couldn’t help myself, I darted my tongue out to taste her flesh.
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