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“Oh Brantley,” she moans as I pound into her, those beautiful breasts swaying back and forth to the rhythm of my cock. “I’m going to cum…”
Her hot pussy clenches around me. Her back arches. She cries out as the tension in her builds and builds…
It’s building in me too. It’s at a breaking point.
I know once I feel her pussy cumming, I’m going to explode.
She cries out as her orgasm hits, yanking her head to the side and squeezing her eyes shut. I thrust into her hard, feeling her clenching and spasming around my shaft.
It’s the most intense, pleasurable feeling I’ve ever experienced and it sets me off.
I bury my cock inside her soaking cunt and unload several hot streams of cum. I coat the inside of her pussy with my seed while she whimpers, moans, and takes it all.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper as I kiss her neck, loving the warm feel of her skin.
She wraps her arms around me and holds me against her.
We stay like this as our orgasms slowly dissipate, leaving a feeling of peaceful bliss in their wake.
Eventually, I roll to the side and slip out of her. She moans at the loss of me, but I’m still here. I pull her into my body and hold her, knowing I’ll never let her go.
I’m a man who gets what he wants and I want her.
She’s mine now.
Forever.
CHAPTER SIX
Riley
Twenty-one thousand people collectively wince in the sold-out stadium.
“What happened?” I ask, looking up from my phone.
“You’re not watching?” Rachel asks, looking at me in shock. “You’ve been on your phone the whole game.”
“Not thewholegame,” I say as I turn it off and slide it into my purse.
“Sanderson just missed the top corner,” Rachel says as I refocus on the game. Or,tryto refocus is more like it. It’s been hard to focus on anything lately. Love will do that to ya. Falling in love will turn your brain to mush.
I glance at the scoreboard. It’s a tie game, two to two with four minutes left in the second period.
We’re playing game three of the Stoney Cup finals in Cincinnati. The Hyenas won the last game in San Antonio, three to two. Harris Sutton scored the game-winning goal, the prick.
I was upset, but it didn’t last long. Once Brantley brought me back to his place, my sadness all but disappeared. How can I be sad when I’m bent over backward with Brantley’s big perfect cock wedgeddeepin my body? It’s impossible to experience anything but pure bliss in that situation.
The game stops when the puck flies into the crowd and I’m immediately reaching for my phone.
I meet eyes with Brantley across the arena. He drops his eyes and grins as he types something into his phone. My phone immediately vibrates. We’ve been texting each other dirty things all night.
I can’t stop thinking of you
I want you…
On your back, legs spread, moaning as I devour your sweet delicious pussy
New phone. Who is this?