Page 18 of His Starr Player

“Damn, this is nice.”

“It’s my favorite room. I made sure everything was perfect.”

“Yeah, this mirror goes crazy. I’ma need you to hold your ankles for me.”

“Wait, I thought you wanted to see my face.”

“That’ll come later. Right now, I need your legs spread with your hands around your ankles.”

“Yes, sir.”

I assumed the position. He admired me from afar for a few seconds, so I decided to give him a show. I twerked for him. My ass might have been small, but it had a nice jiggle to it. He let out a low growl as he smacked my ass. He rubbed the tip of his dick against the slit of my pussy, and I tried so hard to push it in.

Smack.

The force of his smack made me leak a little bit. He used the juices to lubricate his length, and he slowly plunged into me. I couldn’t hold my ankles while he had that thick ass hook inside of me, so I planted my hands on the mirror and made eye contact with him through the reflection. His smirk told me everything I needed to know about the plans he had for me.

“You finna be sick of me,” he announced before he started to fuck me like a whore off the streets. I couldn’t even catch my bearings long enough to find his rhythm. He’d grabbed my throat and pulled me against his chest as he fucked me from the back.

“Marcus! Shit!”

“Yeah. You ain’t ever gon’ have a nigga fuck you like this. This pussy is mine. I’m the only one who can fuck you, make love to you, and nut in this mothafucka. Okay?”

I didn’t respond quick enough. As a result of my lack of a reply, he swung his hand across my ass again. The smack stung in the best way.

“I asked you a question, Ava.”

“Yes! It’s yours. Only yours.” I unraveled all over his dick. My body quaked with pleasure as I released my juices like a broken pipe.

“Yeah. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” He continued to fuck me until he came inside of me. The feeling of his creamy nut was warm and filling. He held me up as he slowly pulled out of me.

“I can’t feel my legs, asshole.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“Yes,” I replied. I poked out my bottom lip and turned in his embrace. “Why would you fuck me like that?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes, but… now, I fear I might start hiding in your bushes.”

He laughed. “Please don’t. The door will always be open for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He pecked my lips and lifted me into the air. The mirror was cold against my back as I gazed up into his eyes. I assumed our eyes told the same story—two souls connected by the strongesttie in the world. Marcus Hastings was mine, even if we hadn’t made it official. I’d crash out behind that dick—I mean him.

Feelings this strong had to have been put together by God himself. I’d thank God for eternity for making Marcus just for me.

Me:

Good morning beautiful. I pray your day is stress free, productive, and light. I pray for your wellbeing, your happiness, and your health. May nothing and no one come between your success.

Today’s random fact: some cats are allergic to people. No wonder so many of them are assholes.

I pressed sendand went back to my morning routine. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and emptied my bladder before I hopped in the shower. My mind had been preoccupied withpreparing for my upcoming tournament. This would be the biggest tournament prize we’d seen. Each of us would walk away with $75,000 apiece. We played a tournament of five on five. I usually preferred three on three, but the prize pot was too good to pass up.

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