Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Fuck, I’m pretty sure that playing in the last round for The Cup with a torn MCL would be easier than not busting a nut right now.
As if Joeski is eavesdropping on my thoughts, she thrusts her boobs in my direction, tosses her head back, and loudly cries out, “Ig!”
My balls instantly swell up, desperate to be emptied inside her regardless of how much time has or hasn’t passed. “Fuckin’ hell, Slayer.” I latch my one hand onto her hip and jam the thumb from my other hand against her clit. “It’s like you want this season to be over already.” Furiously rolling the digit around her swollen nub causes her bounces to falter. “Is that what you want, baby?” Joeski’s momentum slipping inspires mine to increase. Regain a bit of control and ignore the literal ache in my sac. “You want me to come in that pussy soon?” Feeling her muscles twitch in excitement gets me groaning again. “You want me to cover it in my number?”
“I want you to cover me in cum right now,” my girlfriend unexpectedly chirps back.
Unfortunately for me, that’s the slapshot I would’ve never predicted.
How I manage to slide my dick out of and onto her so quickly is a goddamn mystery.
One that I think even the greatest literary detectives couldn’t fucking solve.
Pressing my cock firmly against her clit allows each blazing burst to brush the sensitive spot to create a sensation so overwhelming that Joeski can’t stop her body from contorting forward as she comes too. The combination of watching her shake uncontrollably and hearing her become horse from screaming my name at the top of her lungs while white ropes land on her legs and stomach and right beneath her tits has me collapsing in unfathomable, mind-bending, bliss.
Sounds of my woman post orgasm panting accompanied by her hot palm grasping my dick to drag it around the mess I made on top of her pussy have my balls thrumming again in a phantomlike coming session and my eyes falling shut in pure exhaustion.
Alright.
Next time?
I gotta do some sort of warmies on the plane.
This was bush league shit.
And my woman?
She deserves The Show.
And this warmup length of a round ain’t gonna cut it in the long haul.
You know what?
Time to piss.
Hydrate.
And practice, practice, practice until I get better at a sport I’ve been out of for far too long.
Just hope my favorite teammate doesn’t mind breaking a sweat for a few more hours.
Chapter 18
Joey
Another reason I don’t particularly like to date single dads?
Having to get creative about the place we can fuck.
I’m not anti-creativity.
I just wouldn’t mind a few more rounds in our bed – and it is our bed since I’ve been sleeping there with him consistently for the past five nights – versus against whatever the nearest surface is that’s simultaneously the farthest from our NHL level cock block.
She’s the reason we’re banging in the pantry at this very moment instead of comfortably in our bed.
Random TV and snuggles before Daddy hits the road very smoothly became napping alone in the middle of the bed while Daddy bangs Nanny Joey’s back out on the opposite side of the house.
Igor not so subtly wedges the tiny Dalvegan green clit vibrator he got me for Christmas – that he sharpied his number on – back in place and increases it’s speed by a notch. Instantly, my entire body seizes up, ass practically levitating off the countertop, granting his fingers the access he wants to better grip it.
To lift and pound harder.
Pound and lift smarter.
The feeling of his nails digging into the cushiony flesh matches the one of the toy pressing into my swollen nub that’s not used to this much steady attention. Being torn between the instinct of shying away from such unremitting pleasure and the one to brazenly chase it until it’s crushing me from the inside out is what leads to me uncontrollably thrashing around like an under stuffed ragdoll.
Wetness incessantly seeps from my pussy, ruthlessly drowning my boyfriend’s cock as he drives into me deeper. Buzzing noises blend with the sloppy sounds of his balls slapping the slickness that’s being spread around and the choppy breaths I can’t seem to catch. Clawing and kicking during every buck only seems to spur him to get rougher.
Fuck faster.
Yank me down his cock with so much force it thrusts my head backwards into the containers of cereal.
Inevitably one tumbles off the shelf hitting the counter beside me before flooding the floor beneath his feet with a rainbow of circles. Amused chuckles and animalistic grumbles clash into one another in the crook of my neck next to my forty-two necklace – which was also a Christmas gift – leaving the sounds of crunching to act like claps of approval for his barbaric behavior.
“Damn, Joeski,” he throatily growls, lifting his face up so that the vibrations land against the shell of my ear and send shivers down my bowing spine, “you’re ready to come for me already?”