ASTRID: âAhh. So you think weâll eventually get stuck with robot porn too, huh?â Astrid joked. âWait- you before me? Whyâs that?â She asked with a raised brow. âIf they had weed in them, they would. And I think most professional bakers would disagree with you, but if you say so. And Iâm pretty sure skill and talent? But, who needs that when you have a boyfriend who has blind love,â She teased, shaking her head as he kissed her. âWait- Iâm suppose to be getting random gifts out of this? Have you been stiffing out on me all this time?â She joked some more, using humor as a poor attempt to distract him from the blush setting across her cheeks. âAnd anyways, I already have more than I could ever want, right here with you. To most people, I think the fact that I got them murderer, and am in a gang is, yes. And okay, but being in the NFL and knowing people who did drugs by proxy, is fairly different than doing drugs, selling drugs, breaking the law, beating people up just cause and a pretty much being the walking definition of a criminal? A criminal who has never been caught, but still a criminal all the same. Yeah, except I probably belong behind bars⊠but, you know what? Okay. Yup. Clearly no difference. We could be twins, you know, if we werenât having sex with each other, are in love with each other and arenât related in the slightest.â
âYou love everything about me though. Youâre horribly biased,â She tried to pout, despite the beautiful smile fighting its way onto her face at his words. âI donât know about that. I think I could name a few people off the top of my head who would pay good money to see you naked. Me included. âAnd-â Astrid paused, letting out a moan as he nipped at her skin. Knocking the salt into the bowl she had been mixing as she did. âNope. No. I think you greatly underestimated my abilities to multitask whenever youâre around.â
Damien: âCause Iâm older than you? So logically Iâd start lookinâ older than you,â he reasoned. âYou know I donât care about professional bakers. âCause Iâd eat anything you baked and love it. Sure you are supposed to be gettinâ random gifts, but I havenât started that part yet. I had to make sure you agreed to bein my girlfriend and wanted to spend the rest of your life with me before I started. But the gifts are cominâ. In full force, because some how Iâve tricked you into lovinâ me,â he joked. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his forehead against hers. âHey, there is no difference. Cause Iâm not just a one hundred percent good guy that you paint me out to be. I donât do drugs, and rarely drink but that doesnât mean Iâm great. Iâm tryinâ to sweet talk you and in a minute make you scream, please donât say weâre twins.â
âI am biased and youâre beautiful, so...I donât see a single problem here.â His nose nuzzled along her neck as he began to kiss and nip along the length. His fingers glided along her folds, teasing her clit repeatedly. âDoll, you mean to tell me that you canât mix that bowl when Iâm makinâ you come for me?â he smirked as his fingers entered her, pumping slowly as his thumb teased her clit.