Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“I’m going to start giving you requests more often.”
“Ask, and you shall receive,” she says, giggling.
You better mean that. I hide a grin, heading to my closet and pausing only to turn on the television. She gives me a curious look as I walk by her.
“I checked my email, and we got the brackets for the tournament,” she says. “They’re starting the games on Thursday this year. Something about there being a parking conflict with a church ice cream social at the park on Sunday.”
“When do we play?”
“Thursday at two thirty. It should be fine, right? I mean, we’ve practiced a lot, and our chemistry is great.” She sighs. “I really wanted to get in one or two doubles matches before then. But with the wedding prep tomorrow, and then the wedding Saturday, and then Lolly’s on Sunday, that only leaves three days next week, and I know the courts will be packed.”
I slide my shirt and shorts off, tossing them in the laundry basket by the closet door. “We’re going to be fine.”
She groans. “I hope so.”
I rifle through a stack of T-shirts until I find what I’m looking for. “You worry too much.”
“Yeah, probably.”
I come back into the room and toss the shirt on the bed beside her. “Put that on.”
She picks it up, confused. “What is it?”
I hop onto the bed and get situated at the headboard. “It’s a practice shirt.”
“Are you serious?” she asks, not sure whether to laugh or not.
“Put. It. On.” I palm my dick and stroke it, watching her expectantly. “You’re wasting time.”
“Whatever.” She slides the deep purple cotton over her head. It’s too big and hangs off her narrow frame like a dress. It’s adorable. “Happy now?”
“I’ll be happy when you’re riding my cock, and I’m looking at my name above your ass while you’re coming.”
“Feeling desperate, Mr. Plath?”
Absofuckinglutely.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hand. “I need to be inside you.”
“What are you thinking? Reverse cowgirl? I feel like that’s the vision.”
I pull her face to mine and kiss her roughly. “You’re a fast learner.”
She sighs, but I can tell she’s amused, as she gathers the fabric at her waist and straddles me backwards. Hovering over me, her round ass is perfectly placed for my palms.
“It’s going to go so deep this way,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. “This is going to feel so good.”
“I know.”
She moans as she sinks down on me inch by inch. I hiss, shivering from the tightness of her pussy and how hot and ready she is for me.
“Oh, my gosh,” she groans, taking me in as far as she can. Her head falls back, the ends of her hair dusting against my wrists as I squeeze her ass cheeks. “This is amazing.”
I flex my hips, craving the friction. “Let’s go, babe. Ride this dick.”
She begins to move, grinding back and forth, rolling her hips in slow circles.
I gather the hem of the shirt and hold it at her waist. The shape of her body is such a turn-on. Full hips. Rounded ass. The wicked curve of her waist.
And sitting just above that, my fucking name.
“You have no idea how sexy it is to see you like this with Plath printed on your back.” I hiss again, rocking into her. “You’re lucky I didn’t rip that Landry shirt off you today.”
She changes her strategy and begins bouncing up and down, her ass jiggling.
“That really bothered you, didn’t it?” she asks, her giggle turning into a moan.
“More than you know.” I reach around her, massaging her tits, feeling the weight of them in my hands. “You’re so fucking sexy, Markie. I could come right now.”
She slows, and the shift in tempo is excruciating. She peeks over her shoulder, flashing me the most devious smile. “Not yet.”
I growl as she leans forward, gripping my shins with both hands. From this angle, I can see and feel everything.
The pink of her pussy. The way her body grips my cock as she slides it in and out of her. The way her tits brush against my legs with each movement.
Fuck. Me.
“Do you feel how hard you are?” she asks, sucking in a breath. “I feel your cock swelling. You want to come, don’t you?”
I smack her ass. The crack of my palm breaks through the room, mixing with her moan. “Hey, don’t get too loud.”
“Fuck,” she whispers. “I forgot.”
“If you forget again, I’ll put your face in the pillows and fuck you from behind.”
She laughs. “Oh, darn. I’d hate that so much.” She widens her knees, changing the angle, and working me faster and deeper.
I’m coated in her juices as she grinds on me. Blood rushes to my head as an orgasm builds, my brain going fuzzy as I watch her little cunt practically beg for my cum.
“Oh,” she moans, pounding her pussy down the length of my shaft. “Jory!”