Page 102 of Score on You

“Fuck, sweetness.” My palm curls around her hip, roaming to splay flat over her stomach. I use that hold to lock us together. “Still dreaming?”

She hums, but doesn’t answer otherwise.

“Is my cock in your pussy? Am I thrusting balls deep? I bet you’re wet for me.”

“Such a romantic,” Callie mumbles.

I grind forward, her crack cradling my dick. “You love me.”

She squirms back into my advance. “I do.”

“This jersey is a cockblock.” I pluck at the thick fabric concealing my easy access.

“Since when?” Her eyes remain shut, but she smiles into the pillow. “It’s more of an aphrodisiac.”

“Only if I can strip you of it.” I drift my hand downward to slip under the hem and cup her bare center.

Callie hisses. “My vagina hurts.”

“Say less, love.” My touch returns to above her waist. “We’ll do a low-strain activity today.”

She peels one eyelid open when I hover the envelope within reach. Excitement brightens her features as she flings into an upright position. “Our next date. What could it be?”

“Only one way to find out.” I pass it over, allowing her to do the honors.

Her nail breaks the seal and she whips out the paper. “Visit Beaver Rush.”

I chuckle. “Excellent choice.”

“As if there’s another option. Is this an actual place or just code for you having breakfast in bed?” She points between her legs.

“My naughty girl catches on quick, but we’ll give your pussy the rest she deserves.” I stretch beside her, several joints popping in the process. “Beaver Rush is a park just down the road. It’s somewhat of a hidden treasure, like the G-spot. Only those willing to work for it will get to enjoy the benefits.”

Callie giggles. “You have a special way with words.”

“It’s part of my appeal.” I wink. “Get dressed and we’ll go.”

She rolls off the mattresses like a limber gymnast. “Yes, sir.”

A rumble rises from my chest. “Or maybe we should stay here.”

“Nope, too late.” Her sexy ass sways toward the bathroom.

The shower turns on a moment later, which has me bolting into action. I knock on the closed door with my knuckle. “Need a hand?”

“I think I can manage,” she calls over the noise.

“Then how about a penis?”

“In my mouth?”

I glance down. My cock is practically begging for the opportunity, tenting my boxers to campsite proportions. “It’s impossible to deny you.”

“Then don’t.”

“Only if you let me eat you in return. Sixty-nine?”

The knob turns and her flushed face appears through a small crack. Steam billows behind her. “My lady bits are on a hiatus.”

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