She buries her hands in my hair, tugging me closer as though she can’t get enough. I flatten my tongue, licking then sucking, and settle into a rhythm.
Her breathing grows shallow, her moans louder, and her hold on my hair tightens until the muscles in her legs spasm, and she comes apart, her body quaking.
I move over her until my hands are on either side of her head, and I pepper kisses along her neck, jaw, and then her mouth. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
She answers by grabbing my dick, pinning me with a sultry smirk as she guides me inside her.
I hiss and my eyes roll back in my head. She’s tight and wet and gripping my cock like we were made for each other. “Holy fuck.” Every time with Em is even better than the last, and I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of fucking her.
Grinning, she wraps her silky legs around me, digging her heels into my ass. “Ready, big guy?”
“I was ready the day I met you.” No fucking lie. I lower my head and capture a nipple between my teeth as I thrust in and out of her hot pussy. Slow at first, wanting this to last forever, but forever is right around the corner when Emily squeezes my cock so snugly I swear I see a bright light flash before my eyes.
I become a man on a mission, rolling us over until she’s on top, and what a vision she is. Her hair is messy around her face, her cheeks are flush, and her tits. Fuck me. Her nipples are as hard as rocks, jutting proudly, silently beckoning me. I jerk upright, sucking on them one at a time, before she pushes me flat on the mattress. Planting her hands on my chest, she pivots her hips, rocking into me with a seductive smile that’s almost enough to send me over the edge.
I shape her hips with my hands, guiding her as she grinds her hips back and forth, squeezing my cock, trying to suck the life right out of me.
And it feels so fucking good.
Like always.
No woman could ever excite me as much as Emily.
She’s my addiction.
A craving I experience every minute of every day, and I can’t get enough.
In a flash, she’s on her back and I’m on top, and I’m not going to last. I reach down between us, frantically rubbing her clit until I feel tension building inside her again. Her pussy hugs my cock, jerking a little, and I know she’s close. “Come with me, baby,” I demand, pinching her clit hard. She screams, thrashing underneath me, and my balls tighten as lightning zips along my spine. One last thrust and my release hits, bringing me to new, dizzy heights. I groan so fucking loud I’m sure I woke the nice old lady next door.
I hold my hips still, my cock throbbing inside her, as she says, “Good morning, stud.”
And what a morning it is.
We spoon for a few minutes, until both our heart rates have returned to normal, and then I climb off the bed, pulling her with me. “Shower.” I have to be at work in an hour.
She pouts. “My dad won’t be mad if you’re late.”
I arch a brow. “Fuck if he won’t. Your dad cracks the whip.”
Coach Parker and Coach Price opened up a private coaching business for kids in middle and high schools, shortly after we all moved here, and I’m one of their employees. We work with kids to teach them basic skills or help the advanced kids refine their skills for most sports, but we concentrate a lot on football and baseball.
I amble into the en suite bathroom and turn on the shower.
Emily follows me in. “I’m taking Phoebe shopping after I get out of class this afternoon.”
I smile at my sister’s name on her lips. I love how close they’ve become, and it only makes me cherish Emily more. When we decided to move, I wanted Mom and Phoebe to come with us. At first, Mom didn’t want to intrude on Emily and me, but we both convinced her it would be better, especially when we found a place that is conducive to Phoebe’s CF. Apparently, salt air is good for people with cystic fibrosis. So, we found a quaint beach town on the Gulf Coast of Florida. And Phoebe loves living here. She has good days and bad days, but the good ones far outweigh the bad.
As for Mom, she now manages a swanky hotel on the beach, and she’s making more money than she ever has. Plus, she has top-notch medical insurance to take care of Phoebe’s medical expenses.
In a funny way, everything turned out for the best. Although, it was hard to see it like that at the time everything went down. I knew going to the cops and fessing up was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t mean it was easy. I was pretty depressed when the university decided not to reinstate me to the football program and took away my scholarship.
But I’ve been talking to the football coach at the local university in town—the one Em attends—about trying out next year. It’s too late now, since they’re three-quarters of the way through their season, but he seems eager to explore options. It’s a lower division team, but if I could continue my degree program, play ball, and get to see more of my girl during the day, it’s a win-win. It means I would have to amend my plans vis-à-vis my job, but Em’s dad is flexible, and I know he wouldn’t stand in my way. As far as the NFL, I haven’t counted them out. As Mom tells me, “Anything is possible.”
And I know that’s true because the beautiful woman before me is proof dreams do come true.
I snake a hand around my girl and tug her to me. “Thank you.”
She pinches her eyebrows. “For what?”
