Page 40 of Fumble Into the End Zone

“Your pussy is talking again,” I said with a smile. “She said she mine. Do you agree, Mia,” I stated with pride.

“What did you hear, Mia?” I questioned and then smacked her ass cheek when she hesitated.

“Mia! I’m talking to you,” I said.

“Yesssss, it’s your pussy, Marcus,” she uttered as she panted.

“When can I have it, Mia?” I requested an answer, and she hesitated. I smacked the same ass cheeks again.

“Whenever, all the time, shit, I don’t know. Just Fuck me. I’m about to squirt on you,” she said.

“You promise, Mia?” I questioned

“Yes, I promise. Shiiittt,” she said.

“Go ahead and make my pussy spit.”

I chuckled as her pussy muscles tightened around my dick. Once she gripped the bedding, I knew she was getting ready to tap out and I could no longer hang on.

“I’ll let you cum and rest for an hour and then I’m back in it,” I warned and sped up the pace of my stroke.

“Please don’t stoooppp,” she begged, and I continued at my pace.

She exploded without warning, leaking her warm cum on my skin. I released inside the condom with a promise to hit it raw soon.

Mia

The sun tapped me on the shoulder fifteen minutes before noon. I’d missed five phone calls and several text messages. Rolling on my back with half-opened eyes, I began strolling through the messages.

Mom

I’m at the point of a wellness check.

Stacie

Your presentation of the date is due.

Dad

Call your mother.

Marcus: I can’t forget the sweet things you told me last night. But I have your keys and what time should we come over?

I pulled in both lips, thinking back to the promises I made Marcus. Nothing about his quiet demeanor would suggest he would dominate me the way he did. I assumed he was timid because of his quiet nature.

Me

Thank you for locking up.

Marcus

You don’t have anything else to be thankful for?

Hell no.

Marcus

You’re quiet, Mia.

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