“Kenni…” My voice cracks. “You really don’t have to do this. This is about helping me. Making sure my…skillsare up to par. You don’t need to?—”
“Stop. This isn’t how sex works—webothleave taken care of. This isn’t a one-way street. You’ve finished before, twice, without even touching yourself. And it was the fucking hottest thing in my life. But,” —her touch dances across my thighs— “I’m glad you didn’t finish yet.” She tiptoes her fingers around the base of my shaft, and goddammit, I’m fighting to stay in control.Black licorice. Overtime loss. Low social media engagement.“Now that you’ve had a taste of me,” —her fingers still, light as a feather as she touches my cock through my sweats, my hips bucking at the contact— “I want a taste of you.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “I’m not going to last long.”
She pops her smoldering eyes up to mine. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care if you come in your fucking pants, last two seconds or two hours. You make me feel unbelievably good I want to return the favor.” My dick twitches when she reaches the tip. I drop my head onto the pillows. “You okay, pretty-boy?”
“Yes,” I whisper with a shuddered breath.
She kneels between my legs, leaning forward with her fucking gorgeous, full tits hanging down like the most perfect pears straight from the holy grail of Genovia for my pre-game snack.I need to make this a new part of my routine.She pulls my joggers and boxers down in one move. Her eyes widen asmy dick bobs free. “Goddamn.” She licks her lips as a wicked grin spreads across her cheeks. “It isreallyunfair how fucking perfect you are.”
“You’re gonna give me a big head,” I joke breathlessly, trying to maintain my composure for at least the two sections she mentioned.
“I think we’re already there.” She winks as she licks up the full length of my cock.
My entire body writhes as I white-knuckle the sheets. “Holy shit.” She places her mouth around me, her lips fully surrounding my swollen head and licking the pre-cum from my slit. She flicks and swirls her tongue around me before taking me deeper into her mouth. My abs tighten as I place my hand on her head. Not to hold it down, just to give her quiet reassurance that she’s perfect.She’s everything.She’s my every wish, and now she has her goddamn lips wrapped around my dick.
Maybe this is heaven.
She moves up and down my cock, her hands gripping my thighs. I suck in a sharp breath as her teeth graze my skin, the muscles in my abs clenching so goddamn tight I know I’m going to be sore in the morning.Fucking hell; she knows what she’s doing.Going down farther, she takes in my entire length, and I can feel the back of her throat. Holy mother fucking balls, I can’t hold it much longer.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I’m so close.”
I ease her back and instinctively grab my dick, barely stroking it before my body jerks, cum spilling onto my hands and dripping down my cock. I settle deeper into the mattress as I come down from my high. I’ve done this so many times before. Thinking about her, imagining it was her. This time, though…it waswithher. Her hands, her body, her mouth on me.
“I think I might die right now,” I barely whisper.
She kisses her way up my body, inch by inch, finally settling next to me, resting her head on my chest. “Don’t die, pretty-boy. You have a lot of talents to share with the world.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say with a wry smile, kissing the top of her head as her fingers mindlessly run across my stomach.
We lie in silence, basking in the aftermath of our orgasms, as I feel her breathing slow, the most perfect woman finally asleep in my arms. My cheeks lift as my heart soars.I can’t believe this is my life.I gingerly kiss the top of her head, careful not to disturb her. Fuck…I can’t believe I just went down on Kennedy Kramer. I fully understand that quote from The Little Mermaid about it being better down where it’s wetter. I’ve never done that, too scared to even try before. Too scared to trust someone enough to try. I bite my lip—goddammit, why is my life so much like that movie?Ursula tricked Ariel for her own gain, and that’s exactly what Angelica did to me.Fucking sea witches.
But just like Ariel, I survived. My very own Prince Eric rescued me and is sleeping peacefully against my chest. If only Kennedy could ram a ship into the fucking sea witch that held my life hostage for so long.God, the money I would pay for that to happen.
I rub circles on her back, my body filled with a warmth I never thought possible. We’ve slept in the same bed before, but this feels different. Words on the tip of my tongue I’ve not dared to say give me hope that maybe, just maybe, she would stay. That maybe she feels this undeniable pull, too. Hope that maybe we could find our way to forever.
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“Fuck you, Walton!” I shout at the Colorado Storm player who willnotget off my goddamn back, shoving me into the boardsagain.
“I mean, if you’re into that, I can make the arrangements,” he chirps back, panting and out of breath. “But how about I fuck your jaw with my fist instead?”
I grit my teeth, dropping my shoulder into his pads.God, I hate this guy.
We’re in game seven of the second round against the team with the player I hate more than the fiancé villain guy in The Notebook—fucking Chase Walton.Every time we play the Storm, one of us ends up in the box with bruised fists. He’s a cocky, pompous, over-the-top son of a bitch, but shit…he’s a damn good player.Wait…why is this description sounding so familiar?Rage sets in my jaw like a puck to the face.Shit on a hockey stick…he’s the ‘me’ of the Storm. Well, now I hate him even more. I have no choice but to prove I’m the better Bougie of the two of us. And in a game seven, series-clinching, ‘if we win, we go to the final round and play for the Cup’ situation, that means only one thing. Full-on Bougification.
“You know what, Walnuts? Iwouldlike to make arrangements for that. You, me, a romantic rendezvous in the locker room? Sounds like heaven.”
“Shut the fuck up, Doucher. Guess that new girlfriend of yours isn’t fulfilling your needs. Clearly, you need a stud like Chase Walton to satisfy you.”
“You sound sexually frustrated there, bud. Maybe you’re the one who has the problem with your woman fulfilling your needs?”
His face turns redder than the goal light as he throws his stick and gloves.Got him.As much as I hate the guy, I do keep up on my celeb gossip, and he has it bad for his woman.Relatable. My chest surges with pride—I knewexactlyhow to get him to drop gloves first.
I drop mine as the crowd goes wild. A game seven on the road is never easy, but if I can get this motherfucker to throw the first punch because of my stellar chirping and sprinkle in some of my top-notch acting skills…our power play is killer.
