Page 25 of Body Checking
My head sags between my shoulders when I grow too weak to keep it upright.
“Goddammit, Maren. Look at you taking my dick like a good girl.”
I try to tell him I love the way he feels. The heaviness of being stuffed full of his thick and long cock, but there are no words to describe the experience.
“I lo–I love being your good girl,” I pant.
A devious laugh flows from him and it traces my skin like his touch. Sparks come to life, and the electricity rushesthrough my veins. I can feel my ass jiggle as he kneads one cheek.
“You gonna scream for me sweetheart?” he grunts with each slam of his hips. “Scream
my name and tell me who fucks this tight pussy best. Do it, Maren”
“You. It’s you Cade. It hurts so good.”
He drives forward faster and harder and my cries grow louder. “Shiiiit,” I grit through my clenched jaw.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”
“Yes and…no. Don’t stop. Please don’t,” I plead.
The after effects will be long lasting, but this is too good to care about that. I’ll gladly walk sore for days if he just keeps going.
The sound of his grunts and smacking of his hips against my ass is filthy. The kind that’s a guilty pleasure. The kind you want to listen to on repeat in the dark of night with your hand down your pants when you’re all alone.
“Oh shit. Cade. I’m going to. To.Fuck!” The second explosion hits like the fireworks grand finale.
The shrill of my wail bounces off the walls, ceiling and floor, causing a chorus of bliss. Like perfect harmonization, Cade growls as he floods me with his cum. In my mind I visualize a firehose spraying water on a fire, dousing the burning flames.
When we’re both spent, only the heaving of our breaths filling the sex scented air, our bodies sag and Cade pulls me into his lap as he sits. Our hot, slick bodies are soaked with sweat and they stick to one another.
His nose traces up my neck and he inhales. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Ye…” I tell him, trying to push out a yes but not having the strength to even finish.
“Good. Let’s get some water, a snack, and head up to your bedroom. We need a little rest and replenish.”
I look over my shoulder and ask, “Rest and replenish?”
“For the next round.” I let out a scared chuckle, images of me being torn in two flood my mind, and it isn’t a pretty sight.
I SIT in my office looking at some type of paper with some type of writing and lines, but none of it computes. The only thing on my mind is Maren. Maren on her knees. Maren on her back. Maren moaning. Maren screaming. Maren begging for more, more, more.
Our first night turned into our first morning, that turned into a second night at my place, followed by a sleepover and breakfast. I was proud of myself for making pancakes and bacon and coffee for Maren. It wasn’t quite the fluffy scrambled eggs with chives layered on top of bacon, resting on a toasted buttered bagel covered with sharp cheddar cheese and presented with a bowl of fresh fruit that Maren served, but it was good enough.
We parted ways after finishing up, and I’ve been in a funk ever since. I’m staring at the clock and counting down the minutes until I can see her again at the game tonight. After tonight we’ll separate for five days when wehead out of town again. And even though I’ve had but a taste, I’m already addicted to her.
“Knock, knock Coach.” I look up from my daze and see Santos standing there with his pregame sweats and t-shirt.
“Come in,” I tell him and point to my chair. “Whatchu need, Santos?”
He sits down slowly like a kid sitting in the principal’s office, and it worries me that he’s done something to behave that way.
“Nothin’ really. I just…I want to apologize for how I acted when we first found out about Sw-Maren. It was disrespectful and I would’ve lost my goddamn mind if anyone did that to Jolie. It was wrong and I’m really sorry.” His head hangs low and his fingers fidget in his lap.
I sit up straighter and stare at him. He’s a leader on this team, on and off the ice, despite his young age. And this right here, this apology when one isn’t really warranted, proves that I’ve made the right decision in putting my trust in him when it comes to this team.
“You’re a good man, Santos, and I appreciate your apology. It isn’t necessary, but I’ll take it just the same.” He looks up with a grin as if surprised to hear my reaction was anything but yelling. “Don’t look so surprised.”
