Page 74 of Fumble Into the End Zone

“My bad girl knows how to make me happy,” I said, gripping her locs as she swallowed the bulk of my dick.

Mia handled me as if this was my first time. The harder I gripped her hair, the more aggressive she sucked me inside her mouth. My toes curled in my shoes, and I tried retreating backward, but she followed me.

“Baby, I’m getting ready to cum,” I said as I stared into her eyes.

She paused. “Bad girls swallow,” she said and continued to suck, and I released.

She swallowed my cum, but remained on her knees. With a panting chest, I asked. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Mia lent me soft, pleading brown eyes. “I wasn’t done being a bad girl. I’m gonna suck it again, okay,” she said.

My dick and heart responded, and she suctioned my semi-hard dick back into her mouth.

“We gonna get married and have kids and shit, okay?” I whispered, out of breath as I tilted my head upward and into the door.

By the time Mia lifted from her knees, she had sucked me dry and impaired my vision.

“Baby, you’re going to be late for practice,” she said with a light calmness.

Mia patted my chest as if my soul wasn’t in her pocket. My chest moved in continuous motion as I tried to settle my breathing.

“Marcus, you’re going to be late,” Mia sang after she ran her thumb down the side of her mouth.

Still reeling between satisfaction and urgency, I started to move and thenbam!

My forehead and the door connected; instant pain shooting through my body. Using my fingers, I caressed the injured spot.

“Marcus, are you okay? The bathroom is the other way,” Mia said with a concerned tone.

She secured my hand and led me to the shower.

“All right. It’s week eight and the game plan for New England is simple. We need to take advantage of their injuries on their secondary. Marcus, Keyshawn, and Vick should be able to score with ease. Defense was going with a four-man rush this week,” Coach Owens said from the front of the room.

I rubbed the knot forming on my forehead as I replayed the way Mia made my toes curl twice this morning. Bryce bumped my shoulder, and I looked over at him.

“Do you have a knot on your forehead?” he questioned.

I dropped my head in shame. Mia sucked me until I was disoriented and I fucked my head up on the bedroom door.

“What happened to you?” Bryce asked with widened eyes.

A shoulder shrug wasn’t going to suffice this time around. I leaned over. “Mia and I got a little carried away this morning,” I said.

Bryce turned his head and covered his mouth as he tried to suppress his laughter.

“Shit,” he whispered, laughing harder.

I tried to refocus on the screen until my phone vibrated. Bryce glanced over and saw the name Wifey and continued laughing.

Wifey

It’s okay to be sad, baby. Dinner and body massage when you get home. Oh, and I’m going to do a little shopping.

Me

okay

Wifey

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