Page 58 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

I was going to have to work on her stamina. How much fun would it be if she passed out while I was whipping her? Though, I did enjoy the pink flush flowing down her neck. The last time I saw that hue tint on her skin, was when I was beating her ass. Even that memory wasn’t as hot as the way those plump pink lips parted with her heavy pants.

My mind suddenly went back to a few nights ago, when her mouth was opened for another reason. I could almost hear Nova’s quiet slurps and feel her muscles contract around me.

Since that day, I’d been walking around with a perpetual hardon. Distractions didn’t work, neither did jerking off. My dick was aching to be back down her throat. It was fucking annoying.

“Mancini!”

“What?” I snarled back at Randal Stevens, with a little extra curl in my lip.

“I know there’s some hot ass out there, but…” He tossed a white ball my way. “It’s your serve.”

Motherfucker, exactly who’s ass was he staring at?

Randal arched a brow while I considered how I was going to chop up his body. Luckily for him, he decided to concentrate on the game instead of further enraging me.

I turned around, held the ball up and took position, just as Nova came trudging through my line of sight again.

Jesus Christ, she looked five seconds away from passing out. Her hair was starting to stick to her head while sweat dripped down her neck. For some reason it pissed me off that I wasn’t the one who made her sweaty.

My fist swung through the air, knocking the ball out of my palm and sending it flying over the net. The other team jumped up ready to hit it back, but the ball wasn’t coming at them.

A smirk curled the corner of my mouth as it sailed through the air and bounced off the top of Nova’s head with a loud thunk.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mancini,” Coach called. “Did you forget how to play the game?”

I knew how to play.

Nova rubbed her head and glared over her shoulder.

I just preferred this game.

Someone tossed the ball back at me and I did it again, and again, and then one more time. Neither Nova nor the coach seemed impressed, but this was the best game of volleyball I’d ever played.

My teammates did not agree. Especially Randal.

“Come on Mancini, it’s not hard.”

I begged to differ. The tick in Nova’s jaw was doing a great job of getting me hard.

Randal spun around, ready to play when I shot him a dirty look.

Deciding to ignore his insubordination, I turned my attention back to my target.

My fist swung as Randal muttered, “Maybe you could concentrate if you stopped checking out your friend’s girl.”

The shot went wild, sending the ball careening off to the left.

What the fuck did he just say?

My glare snapped over to Stevens. “Care to repeat that?”

Randal stood up and puffed his chest out. “You heard me.”

“I heard you say something about my friend’s girl. What the fuck do you know about my friends?”

He was talking out of his ass. Neither Atlee or Darry had a girl, and I sure as fuck didn’t talk to anyone else in the godforsaken place.

Randal rolled his neck and squared his shoulders. “I know if I was Atlee, I’d be pissed.”

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