Chapter One hundred-thirty

He made sure he dried every part of her body. When Oliver was done, he moved to the other side of the bed. "Do your legs still hurt?"

She nodded her head, "It does. You know you could have gone easy on me. But you didn't, and now this. I am glad I ain't going to work today. I am sure before the end of today the pain would have gone."

"Don't blame me. Stop acting as if you didn't enjoy it. Besides, how about I use my magic lips on your pussy. Who knows it might work," he rolled his eyes.

"What? Are you fucking serious? I am complaining about feeling pains down there, and you are hell-bent on deriving pleasure?" She was shocked.

"What? It was just a suggestion. If you want me to go ahead with it, fine. If you don't want me to go ahead with it. It's still fine, you don't have to raise your voice at me. You know, right?" Oliver asked, looking away.

"Really? It's not like I raised my voice at you. Stop trying to pass the blame on me," she replied.

That didn't sit well with Oliver. He tilte