Page 46 of Strike & Score
We’re about to head to our parents’ house for Thanksgiving. I thought about taking everything out from the bag she packed and only put the lingerie in there.
But I’ll be fucking damned if my dad saw her like that. He’s an asshole, and while I don’t think he would ever touch her, I don’t want to even put the temptation there.
Mayson and I have been in bed together every night, but she’s still my target for the Rites. I like fucking with her, and don’t plan on stopping. Which is why the pranks haven’t stopped, on either of our ends.
The other day, I overheard someone talk about hermit crabs in a bed. I thought about it, but since I’ve forced her into mine, I didn’t want to put them there. Sadly, that prank will need to wait for another time then. Or someone else will need to do it.
My main focus is annoying her by taking things she needs so she comes to me, complaining and angry. Then I put her in her place, fuck her the way we both need, and she can get whatever it is back.
Her pranks continue to be a little more brutal. I’ve hidden the scissors and I’m not giving those back since cutting my clothes is her go to and has been even when we were younger. Though, I know now how much she likes watching me walk around in a half shirt.
I did catch her putting bleach in my shampoo, which ended with her being bent over the side of the bed, my handprint left on her ass right before I fucked her mercilessly.
It’s a great life.
Heading back home to where I first saw Mayson has me feeling some type of way. Knowing we’re going to be under the same roof as our parents and that I won’t have the freedom to touch her like I do now already has me on edge. I could probably make her come to my bed with me anyway.
Who gives a fuck if they find out what we’re doing. We’re adults. We aren’t really related. And my dad has never actually given a fuck to what I do anyway. Her mom may be another story.
But I also don’t give a fuck what she thinks either. The only reason she’s with my dad is because his money, and anyone with eyes can see it. The only good thing she’s done is bring Mayson into my life. Though that could be considered a bad thing since I’ve never been so obsessed with someone until her.
In a way she ruined my life by walking into it because I’ll never be the same, especially now that she’s really mine.
We had early morning practice, and the girls have theirs after us. I’m home now, loading up my car so we can drive back home after she gets back. She doesn’t know that’s the plan, but Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I don’t want to deal with driving in the morning.
I grab her bag, rifling through the contents to make sure she didn’t get new panties and sneak them in there. I’m surprised she hasn’t but I have a feeling my girl likes going without them so she can hop on my dick whenever she wants. Tossing the bag into my car, I remember the lingerie I’ve left out, and vow to make her wear them when we get back. Especially the little maid one, and maybe I’ll make her clean the whole house in it.
Now that’s an idea.
I see her approaching as I close the trunk, and she tilts her head to the side. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s ridiculous. She’s always been pretty and anyone would have to be blind not to see it. Her long dark hair, especially pulled back in a ponytail like this swinging behind her. The light brown eyes that always have a fire in them when she looks at me. Toned body from the rigorous soccer schedule. Strong legs that can squeeze the fuck out of me when I’m buried deep inside her.
Yeah, my girl is fucking perfect.
“What’re you doing?” she questions.
“Loading up, and you have perfect timing, we’re heading out.”
“I thought we weren’t leaving until the morning?”
“Never said that. We’re leaving now. That a problem?”
She chews on her lip like she’s weighing if she wants to say something, but then shakes her head. “Nope. Did you grab my bag?”
“Yes I did.”
“Did you take all my clothes out of it?” She narrows her eyes at me.
Thought about it.
“I didn’t touch it.”
“I don’t think I believe you.”
I shrug. “You want to check?”
“Kinda.”
I open the trunk, gesturing toward it. “Go ahead.”
