Page 68 of Undeniably Perfect

Her belly shakes with laughter. “Maybe your dick is magical, like it shrinks when it’s inside me.”

I pull back and give her a shocked look. “King Albert does not shrink!”

Her entire body is now convulsing with laughter. “King Albert? You named your dick?”

“Uh, yeah, every guy does. Don’t let them fool you.”

She shakes her head as tears stream down her face. “No, that’s not OK.”

“Learn to love it.”

“Nope, you have to un-name it.”

“Not happening.”

Her inner muscles clench with her giggles and my softening dick perks back up.

“What the…you can’t possibly be getting…see, your dick is magical!”

It’s my turn to laugh now as I start to move inside her again. “I can’t help it. You’re making me feel like a horny teenage boy. I just want to fuck you all night.”

“Uh, yes, please.”

I grin. “Prepare to be royally fucked…by the King that is.”

She breaks down in giggles again, but when I thrust hard, her giggles turn to moans.

“That’s right, kitten. The King and I can go all night.”

Tabitha

Jesus, I thought Kent was maybe exaggerating about his sexual prowess, but god damn it, he’s good and his endurance is, well, after round four, I passed out. I have never passed out from sex, ever, but it happened.

Around three in the morning, he woke me for round five. I almost pretended to be asleep because my poor vagina is not used to this kind of use. But Kent can be very persuasive. And by persuasive, I mean he went down on me until I was begging him for another round.

I don’t even know what time it is, but I know it’s early. The sun isn’t out yet, but I can tell by the lighter tint of blue in the sky that it won’t be long until sunrise. I snuggle deeper against the ball of heat that is Kent Moore.

Kent has me in some sort of death grip against him. His arms are locked around my body, his right leg is over mine. I’m surrounded by three hundred and sixty degrees of Kent. And it feels…right. And that scares the shit out of me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kent

Bailing as fast as I could after the game, isn’t like me. I play back my performance yesterday. I killed it. I’ve never been that laser-focused on my pitching ever. And I have the woman in my arms to thank for it.

Her curvy ass is wedged against my morning wood, and I want nothing more than to sink back inside her, but I also know that she’s got to be sore after our marathon sex-fest last night.

I tighten my hold on her and kiss the top of her head.

“Good morning,” she mumbles. I smile against her hair.

“Morning.”

Her ass wiggles against me.

“Careful, kitten. Or you’re gonna get round six whether you like it or not,” I say in a gravelly voice.

“Maybe I’m not opposed to that,” she retorts as she places my hand on her breast. My thumb skims her nipple, and she releases a soft moan that goes immediately to my dick. I trace her side and hip and cup her sex. She’s already wet for me. Fuck.

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