“Home throne?” she questions, then laughs again, this time loud and proud. “Your toilet?”
“Yes!”
“So, what’s on your agenda now that you’re home? Do you have to go back out again soon?”
I move to my side, placing the phone on the couch cushion in front of me. “The combine is in less than 5 months. The coaching staff will assess the team dynamics, weak points, and plot which positions need to be filled. My team will present them with a list of hopefuls, and we’ll work out our potential draft options. The combine will narrow it down, in the meantime, I’ll keep watching highlights and fielding calls and emails from college coaches.”
She’s quiet for a few beats. “You love what you do, don’t you?”
I smile as I answer. “I do. Love football. I’ve lived it for over 35 years.”
“Wow.” she says in awe. “You’re old.”
I close my eyes and drop my head back with my hand over it as I laugh. “Shush, I’m 39.”
“You’re 11 years older than me,” she pauses, then tacks on an insolent, “Grandpa.”
I reach down to my cock and squeeze it with a groan. “This grandpa is hard as nails for you.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. When she speaks her voice is thready. “So I read, how uncomfortable was that meeting?”
Thinking about that damn meeting, I groan again, but this time in frustration. “Actually, not too bad until I had to stand to shake hands.”
She chuckles. “Wish I could have seen it.”
I sit up quickly, nearly knocking my phone off my couch. I’m already tugging at my clothes when I reply, “You can.” Sitting on my couch, I press the button to switch to a video call and sit back with my legs spread wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a smile. A moment later, she fills my screen, and my cock tries to jump right out of my boxers. “Fuckin’ hell.” I moan, my gaze eating her up, wishing she was here in the flesh instead of miles away. She’s in a baby blue tank top that does nothing to hide the outline of her hard little nipples. Short shorts that ride up her toned thighs while she sits on her couch. Hair in a messy top knot, no makeup, and fucking breathtakingly beautiful.
“You ain’t got no clothes on!” she blurts out, a pretty flush suffusing her cheeks and upper chest as her hungry gaze runs over my exposed skin. I spread my legs a little wider with a smirk.
“I’m still wearing my underwear.” I thrust my hips up and put my fingers in the waistband. “You want me to take them off?” She nods, biting her bottom lip before her eyes widen in alarm.
“No. That’s not necessary.”
“For what I have planned, it most certainly is. In fact,” I stand up, push them down to my ankles and step out of them as she gasps and moans. My cock juts out proudly, like a heat seeking missile, looking for its target. “Why don’t you take your clothes off too. It’s rude not to get naked with me. Poor phone etiquette.”
I sit back down, watching eagerly while she pulls her tank top over her head. Her tits bounce free and my hands clench in disappointment that I can’t touch them. I hold up a hand before she starts on her shorts. “Wait! Hold on!” I fumble with the controllers and my phone and after a couple tense minutes, I’m able to transfer my video call to my television. “Jesus!” There she is, filling my 116-inch television with absolute fucking carnality. “Stand up and slowly push your shorts down.” She obeys so nicely, I sit back with a grunt, fisting my cock and stroking it slowly as I watch her.
“Now what?”
“Sit down, legs spread, show me how much you miss me.”
“I don’t miss you.”
I pin her with a hard stare potent enough to have her biting her bottom lip with a soft moan. “Never lie to me, Prickles.”
“I miss your cock.”
“This cock?” I give it a few strokes, my hips rocking, giving her a good show. I tug on my balls and drop my head back with a groan.
“Y-yeah.” I lower my chin to see her. She sits down on the edge of her couch, swallows hard with a deep breath, then smirks at me.
“Good God,” I mutter, mesmerized by the sight of her spreading her legs straight out to her sides, essentially doing a split. Her bare, glistening pussy on full display. My mouth waters thelonger I stare at it, immobile and so fucking hard my cock throbs in pain. “Do you have any idea how devastating you are in HD on a 9-foot television?”
Her back arches as a moan slips from her lips, her tits thrusting out. On instinct, she trails a hand up her torso to tease the soft skin of her tit. Precum shoots from my swollen angry tip when she pinches her nipple.
“Touch your pussy, baby. Slide your fingers through your slit and show me how wet you are.” Her fingers glisten as she holds them up to me. “Now suck them.” Her filthy moan fills my living room, her mouth open so I can see her tongue trace her fingers before she closes her mouth and hollows her cheeks. I remember what that felt like on my shaft, how her throat hugged the head of my cock. I stroke a little faster. Squeeze a little harder. “Fuck your cunt, pretend I’m filling you up, stretching your little hole until all you can feel is me.” Her fingers circle her clit and then slide inside and her body jolts. “Fuck.”
I time my rhythm to match hers, her fingers pumping in and out, squelching noises accompanying her gasps and my groans. I can’t look away, captivated by this little woman with the big personality and bigger brain. Of course, right now, it’s her sopping pussy and heaving tits that are holding me hostage.
