Page 149 of Pucking Matt
“We’re official.” I watch her carefully. Her gaze is intense as she looks into my eyes. I ask, “Have you ever thought about me?”
She touches my abs. “I have. I used to fantasize about sneaking into your house to draw a big dick on your face.”
I smirk. “And now what are your fantasies?”
She blushes. “You don’t skip a beat, Pearson. I guess my fantasy right now in this moment is to keep you on your toes, so that you’re begging me for more.”
“Begging?” I question with a devilish smirk. Of course, she’s fantasizing about that.
“Yeah, I can’t have you getting tired of me.”
I grab her thighs and pull her closer. Does she have no idea that I’m dying for more? I can’t get my fix. We just had sex, she’s on my lap in a jacuzzi, and I still want more.
“I won’t ever get tired of you.”
“I think you would get tired of me. What are your biggest turn-offs? Like a red flag,I’m never marrying this girl, kind of thing. What’s your biggest ick?”
I chuckle, taking a moment to think about my biggest ick. What kind of question is this?
She’s waiting to hear what I’m going to say.
I mutter, “An ugly name.”
She scoffs, laughing. “Nobody even decides their names, so that is outrageous, Matt.”
I shrug, proud to be a creative dickface.
“What do you think about my name?”
“Hot.”
“Okay,” she drawls. “What else?”
“Posting on social media,” I say. It’s the first thing that comes to mind, and I love fucking with her. I have no idea what my turn-offs are. I don’t have a mental list sitting around.
Her mouth opens as she looks into the distance. “I guess I get it, but come on, Matthew. You’re all over TikTok.”
“You know about that?” I ask, surprised. She doesn’t seem like the social media type.
She nods.
“So, you’ve seen the videos I’m in?”
She bites her tongue as if she’s wincing. “Yeah.”
“And that’s fucking cringe, don’t you think? It’s for the team.”
“It’s for the team,” she mocks me with a deep voice. She smiles. “Don’t even pretend you don’t like all the attention you get from it. I’ve seen the comments.”
“Oh, so you’re actually a stalker?” I say.
She shakes her head. “You can call me by my real name.”
I break into a laugh, making her tits shake because she’s still on my lap. “Amber, Amber,” I mutter under my breath.
“Matthew, I hardly believe you think that’s an ick. Give me a real one.”
“No. You’re going to take whatever it is and ruin it for me.”
