Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I laugh and go to shrug her off when I recall a very particular moment on the dining table that was interrupted by a certain silver fox, and while it’s definitely not considered incest in my book, it’s definitely enough to bring me pause. “Zesty,” I finally confirm. “Definitely zesty.”
I launch into my rundown of the past few days, and an hour later, there’s not a single drop left of our beloved cherry vodka, and I’m proud to admit that I can no longer feel my lips—or my toes, for that matter. My fingers are a little questionable, too.
Demi Lovato’s ‘Cool for the Summer’ booms through our small apartment as we dance around, singing into my big, pink silicone dildo as though it were a microphone. I spin around, having the time of my life as I shout out the lyrics, hoping like hell that our neighbors are enjoying my wonderful rendition.
“Okay. If you can suction it to your head and spin around ten times before making it in a straight line from the kitchen right through to the bathroom, then I’ll let you drag me back to Vixen for round two with Massimo.”
My jaw drops. “Nu-uh. Don’t get me excited like that.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Chloe laughs before an almighty burp tears out of her that’s borderline vomit.
I spit into my hand before holding it out to her. “Shake on it,” I say, two seconds away from making a blood oath.
Chloe doesn’t hesitate to spit into her hand and slap it against mine, and as spit splatters across both of our faces, we finally take a second to realize what the hell we just did, which only has us both doubling over with laughter.
“Okay, okay, okay,” I say, recovering a moment later before gripping the big pink dildo by the shaft and slamming it against my forehead. “Ahhh, fuck.”
My head immediately aches, and as the dildo falls straight to the ground, I stare at it, completely bewildered. “How did that happen?”
“You gotta wet it first,” Chloe says, scooping up the dildo before climbing up onto our sofa bed that we pulled out for some reason I can’t quite remember right now. Though I’m sure it will come to me soon.
She grabs my head before tilting it toward her, and the next thing I know, her tongue is working across my forehead. “Simba!” she declares before laughing at herself. “That should do the trick.” Then, without skipping a beat, Chloe smacks the base of the dildo to my forehead, giving it a good squish to make sure it’s really on.
She steps back, hopping down from the sofa bed, and we both hover with anticipation, waiting for it to fall off, but when it sticks and starts bobbing around, we break into another fit of laughter.
“I’m quite literally a dickhead,” I laugh, wobbling my head and going cross-eyed as I try to look up at the silicone cock hanging from my head.
“Okay,” Chloe says, struggling to catch a breath through her laughter as she fumbles with her phone, bringing up her camera to film this for proof of our deal, because when it comes down to it, we both know that if I make it clear across the apartment, she’ll do whatever it takes to try and get out of going back to Vixen. “Get spinning.”
A stupid smile rips across my face as I double-fist the dildo on my head and whip myself around, only remembering to count my turns when I’m already three or four rotations deep. I spin faster than my counting and end up doing at least eighteen turns before Chloe declares it’s time to start my catwalk across the apartment.
I’m already lost, my head spinning as I try to find my bearings, and it takes me all too long to realize that I’m still standing in the living room when I probably should have started in the kitchen, but it’s too late to care now. All that matters is moving my ass.
Gripping my big, swinging pink cock as though it could somehow stabilize me, I put one foot in front of the other, getting all but three steps when my knee slams into the sofa bed and I crash down against the shitty mattress with a howling laugh. Only when the bed creaks under my sudden weight, my laugh quickly morphs into a loud squeal, and not a moment later, I’m sandwiched inside the sofa as the mattress closes around me.
“AHHHH!” I scream.
“WHAT IN THE EVER-LOVING FUCK?” Chloe belches before her horror morphs into more uncontrollable laughter.
“Don’t just laugh at me, bitch. Get me out of here.”
I try to shove against the mattress, but it’s no use, and with Chloe bursting at the seams, I realize I’m going to have to get comfortable. I’m going to be stuck in here for a hot minute.