Page 33 of His Stubborn Girl

Fuck me. Our parents are going to show up any minute, but I’m not going to be able to wait until tonight to be inside her.

“Show it to me, baby. Pull up that little skirt and show me how plump you are.” I want to see her poking through her panties. Swollen and eager.

She slowly slides the material up her thighs, and I take two steps down, needing an up-close view. Her little white panties are revealed, making me groan. She loves to play sweet and innocent, but it’s all an act. She’s wild and likes it a little rough.

The cotton is already clinging to her skin, giving the perfect outline of her round little button already in need of my mouth. She slips her fingers between her legs, and pulls the material to the side, showing me how ready she is for me. Her fingers start rubbing over her sensitive nub, sliding through her folds, giving me the most perfect show. But I don’t want her coming on her fingers; she’s mine.

I reach for her hand and pull it away. If she wants to come, it’s going to be on my dick. I step up the stairs, lifting her up against the wooden door, then I tug my cock out and slide right into home. God, she feels so good. Always so tight and wet. I begin my steady rocking, making sure I hit that special spot of hers with every thrust. She’s already panting. Eyes so heavy she can barely keep them open. Little teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep herself quiet.

“You better behave this weekend,” I grunt, pumping in faster, “or I’m going to ground this stubborn ass of yours.”

She loves to tease me in front of our friends, taunt me with her naughty little words, her secret touches when no one’s looking, giving me a peek at her clit when I can’t do anything about it. It drives my dick crazy. And with our parents here, it’s not like I can drag her into the other room for a private conversation.

“I’m always a good girl,” she moans, her hips matching me thrust for thrust.

“Is that so?” I hit her G-spot again, and she arches up into me. “You’re being bad right now. Our parents are about to show up and look at you acting like a little slut.”

She’s almost there, I can feel her clenching around my shaft, cinching me up tight, trying to squeeze the cum out of my balls. That word drives her crazy, soaking my thighs as she squirts all over me.

“Hey, guys! I need to get something from Travis’s car, so can someone let me into the garage?”

I jerk back at the sound of Sophie’s voice on the other side of the door, and in doing so, I hit the angle that sends my girl straight into her orgasm. I grip her tight to me, trying to keep her steady and not fall on my ass at the same time. “Shit. Fuck.” I’m about to come, and Sophie’s about to come in. “Fuck.”

Thankfully, I hear Travis call for her to answer the front door and then she’s gone, and my cum goes shooting right into my girl’s hot womb as she trembles on my dick.

“Damn, that was close,” I groan, as the remnants rock out of me. “We need to be more careful.”

My girl’s sly smile has my dick flinching inside her. He’s ready for another round.

“I kind of like being bad.” She leans forward, nibbling on my lip. “It’s so fucking hot when we almost get caught. And it makes your dick so much harder.”

Yeah, I can tell she’s going to be trouble this weekend, and I’m going to love every minute of it.

24

Torrin

The crowd erupts in a roaring applause and my heart beats fast. They won. They actually did it. It was a blur. Travis passed the ball to Luke. Luke broke free from the line and then made the most perfect throw to Brennon. Who turned and made a beeline for the end zone, scoring the winning touchdown. Willow is shouting, she’s so happy. I don’t ever think I’ve heard her speak loudly. And there isn’t a single stutter as she cheers for her man.

Brennon looks right at her, and she breaks off from our crowd, running to him. I turn, scanning the chaos for Lukas. But I don’t have to look far. His arm wraps around my waist and he scoops me up, spinning me in the air.

“We did it, babe. We won! We fucking won! God, I love you so much. We did it!” I’m laughing in his excitement, feeling his high, until…his mouth crashes down on mine, giving me a kiss, completely having forgotten the fact that our parents are here. Standing right behind us. I push against his shoulders, trying to pull away.

“Lukas, don’t!”

He looks down at me, not understanding what the problem is. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Our parents,” I whisper, right as Walter’s deep voice booms behind us.

“Son. I think you’ve gotten carried away. You need to put your sister down, go celebrate this win with your team, and afterwards, we’ll be waiting at the house.”

Lukas’s face blanches. His entire frame turning rigid. The excitement of the win ripped away. He slowly lowers me back to the ground, looking like he’s seen a ghost. His stare is completely haunted. “I’m sorry, Torre. Go on back over with your mom, and I’ll see you when I’m done.”

I don’t have a good feeling about this. My stomach is churning with this terrifying feeling.

“Please enjoy your win,” I tell him. “You worked so hard for this.”

I hate that the happiness he was just feeling has been replaced with the look of pure anguish. He was so caught up feeling the high, he got carried away. All the other guys get to hug and kiss their girls; he should be able to too.

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