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“What did I call you?”
“A motherfucker,” I mouth, and Zoe bursts out laughing, smacking her palm to her mouth to stop the sound from waking up Mel.
“Great.” I swing my arms up. “And now she’s laughing at me.”
“I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry.” She’s wheezing, placing her hand on my crossed ones as she’s still doubling over in her giggle fit. “But it’s not considered calling you names when it’s the truth.”
“Oh, you’re a funny one, aren’t you?”
And there she goes laughing again, but the sound is music to my ears even when there is no sound. So, she can laugh at my expense any time.
Not that I’m going to tell her that. Yet. She still has some making up to do.
“Do you know where I can go to get a veteran of the war medal?”
“Um, when have you been to war?” Zoe asks as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
“With you. Just now. And I need it for the rest of my life. Might as well get some benefits for all this suffering.” She can barely hold that smile of hers back.
“I have that medal for you.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says, sliding her hand down my chest, her nails slightly scraping down my flesh, and apparently my dick is not too bruised up because all of sudden he swells, getting hard for her just like that. “It includes all the benefits and life insurance.”
“Does it now?”
“Mm-hmm. Good for you, you’re already signed up,” she says, looking into my eyes. “For life, Matteo.”
Zoe reaches my cock and I suck in a sharp breath when her nails keep dragging over it. The little mix knows what he likes.
“He’s still not sure if he forgives you,” I tell her, but my hands are already on her body. Skimming over her perfect curves.
“Oh? Then maybe I should do a better job at apologizing,” she says, pushing me back onto the bed.
“He says definitely.” I lick my lips, watching her little fingers hook into my underwear, dragging it down and doing just that.
Zoe apologizes until there is no more cum left in my body.
And when she’s done with that, she feeds me her sweet milk until my cock is up and ready for round two of apologies.
But what she doesn’t know yet is that all it takes for me to forgive her is her simple existence. Zoe could cut off my hand and legs, burn my bar to the ground and call me every colorful name she knows, and I’d still be looking at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Because I don’t love her with my eyes. I love her with my soul.
Violent tendencies and all.
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Never Have I Ever
Matteo: Never have I ever got kicked in my sleep.
Zoe: Stop complaining, you baby. I remember you being quite happy with the sincere apologies from the manager.
Matteo: Why do you think I keep coming back every night to your establishment?
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