Page 43 of Strike & Score
I grip her thigh tightly, and the sensation of her warmth onmy tip, knowing just how amazing it feels to be buried inside her, is enough for me to let her have this. Just once.
“Please,” I grit on. “Please, let me bury myself in this perfect pussy.”
Her jaw drops at the same time as her ass and I’m back in the softest, tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever felt. I groan, moving both my hands to her hips and digging my fingers into her skin as she stays still, fully seated on me adjusting to the stretch.
“Tell me how it feels,” I groan, wanting her to say something to distract from my need to come way too soon.
“So good, so fucking full, you’re sodeep.”She moans and maybe it was a bad idea to have her talk because hearing her say that has me closer to release than I was before.
“Damn fucking right I am, and you better get to riding so I can feel you come on me again.”
Her hand slides up my chest, up to my neck where my silver chain is resting against my skin. She hooks her finger in it, twisting it once around her finger and moving it to the side so the metal bites the skin of my neck. I lift my chin, showing her I want more. She could fully choke me right now and I’d take it. I’ll take it all as long as she stays just like this, on top of me while I’m buried inside her.
“I like this,” Mayson comments, moving her finger along the chain.
“And I like this,” I slap my palm down on her ass.
She yelps, bucking her hips forward, rubbing herself against me. I grip her ass tightly, trying to guide her movements over me. I want her to get herself there just like this while I hold back from filling her up once again. And when I do fill her up, I’m going to push my cum back in so she stays full of it.
“You like this too.” She lifts up, then drops back downwhile bracing both her hands on my chest, pressing her weight down on me.
“Fuck yeah I do.” I flex my hips up to fuck up into her even harder. She digs her nails into my chest and I groan at the sensation. She’s everywhere, the weight of her, the smell of her, my life has been completely consumed by Mayson since the day she walked into it. And it’ll continue to be that way for the rest of our lives.
She lifts up again, then back down and works up to a steady rhythm she gets lost in. I join her, letting her do what feels good because everything she’s doing feels fucking amazing to me. I keep groaning out praises while she rides me. I can’t help but fuck up into her, slamming our hips together when I feel her getting close.
“There you go, babe,” I moan, bringing my thumb to her clit, rubbing it exactly how she needs.
When she squeezes around me so tightly, I know she’s close and it’s a good thing because with the way she’s strangling my dick there’s no way I could hold back much longer.
“I’m—” Mayson moans.
“I know you are, do it.”
She does, letting go, coming with a cry as she continues to buck on top. I grab her hips, moving her the way I need while I thrust up into her and then I’m joining her release with a loud groan of my own.
Mayson collapses onto me, her head dropped to my chest, breathing heavily while our bodies are still connected. I don’t want to move from this spot, and she doesn’t do anything to move either. So we don’t.
That is, until Mayson reaches up to push the mask off my face, and then her lips are on mine, and just like that, I’m lost in her once again.
Chapter 24
Mayson
Halloween shifted things. I don’t want to admit it out loud, but in my mind, I know it has. The next morning when I wake up still wrapped around Colin, I don’t immediately want to get up and run away. I stay as long as I can, but then reality kicks in. I have a game this afternoon, and a mountain of homework.
I slip out of Colin’s bed, and he groans, turning onto his stomach. His arm stretching out on the mattress where I just was, but he doesn’t wake up. With a sigh of relief, I sneak into my room and my phone is already lighting up on my nightstand where it’s plugged in, which is something I didn’t do.
The thought that Colin did this brings a weird warmth I shouldn’t be feeling to my chest. I pick it up and see several texts from my teammates, and when I scroll through my eye catches on one from my mom.
Mom
How’re you doing?
Mayson
Fine.
Mom
