Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
When I was spent, I shook like the biggest chill had just come over me, clicking off the camera and tossing my phone down to the mattress before I collapsed into it, too. I was breathing so hard I thought I might need an inhaler to regain composure, my entire body pulsing.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I breathed, rolling over as she climbed on top of me. She straddled me, reaching behind her and dragging a fingertip through my cum before sucking it right off her finger.
I shook my head, breathing out a laugh.
“My turn,” she said, and then she reached between her legs to where I was starting to soften, and she stroked me, slowly, rolling her body in time with her hands.
Like a puppet under her control, my cock grew hard again, even as I still struggled to catch my breath.
She sank down onto me as soon as I was erect, and we both hissed a moan that rippled through my body like an aftershock.
I held her hips while she rode me, steady at first, and then just as wildly as she had when I was behind her. Her tits bounced as her hands fisted in her hair, and I cursed myself for turning off the camera too early, for missing this view.
She came with a cry that was loud enough to warrant me covering her mouth with my hand. I flexed into her and held her to me until she quivered out the last of her release, and then we both collapsed.
I didn’t have to look to know we’d made a mess, that my sheets were fucked, that the release I’d painted with her had dripped down her back and over her ass and onto me and the bed and everything else as she found her own climax. But I didn’t give a single fuck.
“That gift is for your eyes only,” she said through her panting breaths as she sat up, carefully maneuvering herself off my lap before she reached down for my hand to help me up, too.
I pulled her into my arms when I was standing. “Are you kidding? I’d fucking murder someone before I’d let them see my girl like that.”
“So possessive,” she mused, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my chin.
“Admit it, you love that I am. You love that you’re mine.”
She leapt into my arms in answer, kissing me hard as I carried her toward the shower.
Julep
“Girl, for the health and safety of your hair, I think I need to zip tie your hands behind your back.”
I smirked at Riley, who just blinked at me with her hair half-braided over her shoulder. This was at least the fiftieth time she’d unbraided it just to braid it again as we all waited for the bowl announcements.
Her little eyebrows tugged in together as she released her grip and let her brunette waves tumble free. “My stomach is in knots.”
“It’s going to be us,” Giana said reassuringly, smoothing a hand over Riley’s back. “We’re almost undefeated and have been in the top four for weeks.”
“We were number five before the game against Maine,” Riley argued.
Giana’s lips flattened. “For one week. One week, Riley. Just… breathe.”
Riley nodded and let out a sigh, her eyes flicking to the television screen that we were all gathered around. It was a mad house at the Pit, the entire team sardined into the living room. There were guys piled on the couch, the beanbags, and all over the floor. My dad and the rest of the coaching staff stood along the back wall where I was with the girls.
Holden was in a recliner off to the left of the television, laughing at Leo as he did some sort of celebration dance with an invisible football tucked into his side. I couldn’t make out what they were saying over the astronomical noise, but I loved how easily he smiled, how while Riley was nervous, Holden seemed to be nothing but confident and sure that they were about to be announced as one of the teams in a playoff bowl game.
He was still smiling at something when his eyes drifted to mine, and he winked, making me blush before I tucked my hair behind my ear and casually looked toward the television and then back to the girls.
We were almost too good at hiding now.
“Is Mary at work?” Giana asked.
I shook my head. “Nah, not today. She usually has Sundays off.”
“How come she didn’t come with you?”
I snorted, folding my arms over my chest as I leaned against the wall. “I only got her over here for that party earlier this semester because I physically dragged her ass and promised tequila. No way would she come willingly during the daylight, sober.”
“What’s her problem with the team, anyway?” Riley asked, almost like she was offended.