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“For a minute there I’d gotten off and you hadn’t.”

“Do you always keep score like that?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why?”

“It’s only fair. Even bad sex is kind of good for men. Women are different. A more finely tuned device. An exquisitely made mechanism. A man needs to know what he’s doing to make it good for her, and not many do. Or at the very least he has to want to and try his best. Nature is sexist, I know, but I’m trying my best to enthusiastically make up for the disparity.”

“No wonder you have to kick them out of bed.”

I wasn’t touching that with a ten foot pole. I didn’t want to talk about other women with Ro, didn’t want to think about them, and I certainly, emphatically, did not want her thinking about me with them.

She was all brash confidence until we walked into the bedroom. There she became adorably shy.

I had just the thing.

I distracted her with soft, drugging kisses as I backed her to the bed. I pushed her down and climbed over her, still kissing. I took her hair down, burying my hands in it.

It was a joyous challenge to slowly strip her while I kept her too occupied to be self-conscious that I was getting her naked in my bed.

I got her topless first and paid proper tribute to her spectacular chest, sucking and pulling at her nipples, burying my face between them and pushing the soft globes to hug my head. I couldn’t help it, I motor-boated her until she giggled delightfully.

I put an ear to her left breast. “What’s that? You want me to fuck you and your sister? Well, if you insist.”

“Stop that.” More delicious giggles. “Don’t talk to them, you weirdo.”

“Do you want to know what I’ve named them?”

“I certainly don’t.”

“Mischief and Mayhem.”

“You’re not allowed to commandeer my unicorn name and pervert it.”

“As we’ve established—I can pervert anything. And it’s already done. Resign yourself to it. Mischief and Mayhem like their names. No takebacks.”

“Which one is which?”

“If you can’t figure that out I’m not telling you. It’s between me and the girls.”

She wasn’t a bit nervous now, and I sucked hard on Mayhem while I stripped off her skirt and panties with expert speed.

She only realized she was completely naked when I was spreading her legs, fitting myself between them.

“Oh,” she said, her hand touching the top of my head like she wasn’t sure how it had gotten there.

I opened her gently with my hands, leaning down to her sex. She was shaking and gripping my hair as I parted her soft flesh and lightly touched her with my tongue. Her hips bucked under me, and I started to suck at her most sensitive flesh.

She screamed.

“God, your clit is sensitive,” I murmured into her. “Let me try this.”

I blew air on it.

Her response was gratifying. She was cursing and praying and thrashing about. I pinned her by the hips to the bed and worked her over with my mouth; my tongue, my lips, and just the lightest brush of teeth.

I didn’t climb up her body until I’d made her come—loudly—three times.