Page 23 of Big Pucking Deal
We fall into the room with our lips suctioned to each other and our hands already ripping off clothes. The door slams shut and I flip the button on Jolie’s jeans.
“My ooze,” she mumbles.
“What ooze, baby?”
She pries her lips from mine and looks at me with lust filled eyes. “Not ooze. My shoes. Let me take them off.”
The break in our attempt to set a new world record at speed undressing is paused, and we scurry to the bed, kicking off shoes and throwing all non-essentials aside.
Jolie grips the hem of her jersey and I grab her hand. “No. Leave it on. I want to see my name on your back while I fuck you.”
After the game, I walked out of the press room to find her standing there, looking at each passing face for me. When she spotted me, her long legs carried her as fast as possible and she leapt into my arms, wrapping her legs around and latching on to my lips.
“What are you doing here? How’d you get back here?”I asked her when we came up for air.
“I couldn’t wait four more days to see you. I begged my dad to let me borrow his card to get a ticket with the promise of paying him back, and blackmailed Jordan into getting me a team pass. And voila! I’m here.”
“What kind of blackmail you got on Jo?”I asked her.
She gave me a cheeky grin and said,“The kind that comes in the form of cross dressing and dancing to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.”
“Hey. I’m in those videos, too.”
“I know,”she said.“Double insurance.”
I smacked her ass and walked towards the team bus where I threw my bag in and hopped in an Uber with Jo to the hotel. Apparently she also talked Jordan into getting her a room in the same hotel as us. Now I’m not so mad about the incriminating video she possesses.
Her hands release the jersey and I slide her jeans down her legs. I push on her stomach gently, causing her to fall to the bed with a bounce, and whip those pesky jeans off. My hands smooth up her legs, spreading them wide when I reach her apex. I inhale, filling my lungs with her scent and close my eyes.
“Can you handle a bitmoretonight?” I ask her, my nose buried between her thighs.
“Wha–? Umm, more?” She repeats with a tremble to her voice.
I run my nose up her body, over the jersey, and stop when the tip of mine touches hers. “Yeah. More. And a little less gentle.”
“Like, are you going to,” she pauses and looks around the room like she’s worried someone is eavesdropping. “Choke me?”
“Not unless you beg, Bunny,” I assure her with a wink. “I promise I won’t hurt you, but I need to see that beautiful ass of yours while I fuck you.”
A shiver rolls over my body when I think about seeing my cum in her pussy and my last name on her back. Just the way it should be.
“Y-yes. I can handle more.” Her voice is small and a bit shy.
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lay a gentle kiss on her rosy lips.
“It’s just us, Jolie. Bean and Bunny. Don’t be shy. Ask for what you want, and tell me when to stop if you don’t like something. Promise me you’ll tell me.”
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. “I promise.”
The light in her eyes flips the switch in me, and my gentle touch turns mischievous. I stand and free myself of my clothes so that I stand only with my hard dick in one hand, and a condom resting between two fingers in the other.
I rip open the foil packet but am stopped before I can roll it on.
“Wait,” Jolie says, placing her hand on mine. “Can I…can I taste you, first?”
A saucy smirk lifts one side of my face. “Bunny, you can taste, lick, suck or drink anything you want to.”
She readjusts herself so that she faces me on all fours. Her eyes are glued to my dick and I give it a small tug and squeeze, offering it to her. She blinks then inches slowly closer. Her tongue pops out and she flattens it right before swiping it over the head of my cock.
