“Ooooo. A sushi party. I’m loving this already.”
“Sushi’s your fav? Are you serious?”
Her brows knitted together. “Is that a problem?”
“Only if you wanna be my dream girl, because Ilovesushi.”
“Really?! Yay!” Relief washed across her face. “In that case, consider me your dream girl.”
You already were,I thought as I planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Have you ever been to Hiroyoshi?” I asked.
“Um, yeah. It’s only the best sushi in Vegas. Iloveit.”
“Agreed,” I said, and we bumped fists. “Perfect, then. I’ll order a ton of sushi for us. Maybe we can snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie.”
“Or we could watch the fish movie instead,” she teased, a fondness in her eyes.
“Yeah, hey, whatever works.” I cleared my throat. “And um, Ottavia, if you wanted to, I’d love it if you stayed the night here with me?”
“Aw, Dakota!” She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me. “I’d love to. As long as you promise you won’t get sick of me.”
I shook my head. “No way. I promise.”
“I’m very much on board with this,” she said in a happy purr. “Happy V-Party to me.”
“Happy V-Party to you,” I agreed.
We shared a sweet and soulful kiss. But Ottavia broke it off too soon and pulled away, a pout on her plump lips.
“Aw, what’s the matter?” I asked.
“You never asked howIwant to celebrate,” she said.
“My bad, babe. I was only throwing ideas out, but we can do anything you want. It’syourparty.” I paused. “So what do you have in mind?”
“Making up for lost time.”
I tilted my head, confused—but before I could ask what she meant, she suddenly clambered over my torso, her arm reaching out to open my nightstand drawer.
I smirked, suddenly understanding what she’d meant.
When she shut the drawer, she triumphantly held up a condom. “This time,” she began as she passed the rubber to me, “I want to be on top.”
“Damn,girl.” I growled, my cock already pumping with excitement as it climbed towards my navel. “Whatever you want.”
She pressed her mouth to mine, her lips sweltering with years of pent-up desire and unmet needs. Seeking the scorching heat between her thighs, my cock throbbed against her slit. Ottavia sat back, and the two of us gasped in unison as I slid into her soaking-wet, velvety grip.
“Dakota,” she moaned as she bounced on me. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Ottavia,” I groaned, my hands on her bucking hips.
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Guilty Pleasure
Ottavia
