Page 65 of Playing the Pucking Game
Honestly, I thought she’d forgotten.
But maybe she hasn’t.
And maybe, just maybe, she’s suddenly thinking about it again.
Or maybe I’m just crazy and reading into things I shouldn’t be.
The room next door is in darkness when I silently slip inside. I’m hardly surprised; it’s late, and Kodie has a game tomorrow.
I should have a game tomorrow…
Shutting myself in the bathroom, I come to a stop in front of the sink and rest my hands on the counter.
With my eyes closed, I replay the events of tonight over in my head. Only as I get to the part where I unzip Parker’s dress, my imagination begins to take over.
Rett’s shirt doesn’t exist, and when she dropped her dress to the floor, there wasn’t anything covering the small lace G-string she was wearing.
And when she spoke, it wasn’t to say goodnight but to call me back over.
Shamelessly, I shove my sweats and boxers to my knees, letting my hard dick spring free.
A groan spills from my lips as I wrap my hand around myself and stroke from root to tip.
Closing my eyes, I focus on her, on the dip of her waist and the fullness of her hips and ass.
My hand moves faster as I think about stepping up behind her and gripping those full tits.
She sighs, leaning back against me as I pinch her hard nipples.
“You like that, babe?”
“More, Linc. Please.”
I work myself harder, faster, as I picture my hand sliding down her stomach and into her panties, finding out just how wet she is for me.
“Soaked,” I groan in her ear as she coats my fingers.
“All for you. It’s always for you.”
Tingles erupt at the base of my spine as my release approaches.
“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, and drag your panties aside. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
It has to be a fantasy because Parker immediately follows orders and crawls onto the bed.
The moment she exposes herself to me, I come.
It hits me hard and fast, but as my cum drips to the floor, I discover it’s nowhere near enough to even take the edge off.
I need more.
I need…
Things I can’t have.
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