Page 62 of Turn of the Tides

Presley screamed my name, her walls clamping down around me already. Christ, she really had been turned on from sucking me off, because she was already close.

“I’ll let you finish me off next time,” I grunted as I powered in and out of her perfect cunt, my cock glistening with her arousal. “I’ll blow my load wherever you want. But I needed to be inside you more than I needed my next breath.”

“Oh shit, Beau!” she cried out, arching her back so deep her hair hung nearly to the counter. I leaned forward, sucking one of those candy pink nipples into my mouth as I fucked her hard and fast, my cock plunging into her so hard the kitchen filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Oh my god, you always fuck me so good.”

A sound of animalistic pride tore through my chest as I placed my palm between her breasts and pushed so she was spread out on the counter in front of me like the most delicious feast.

Her tits bounced with each punishing thrust, her hair hung over the counter, and I had the perfect view of my fat cock sliding in and out of heaven.

Christ, I was so close, between her mouth and her cunt gripping me, I wasn’t going to last much longer. Palming one breast, I plucked and pinched at her nipple as I braced my other hand right above her mound so I could circle her clit with mythumb. “Fucking come for me, Presley. Don’t hold back. I want you to scream my name as you drench my cock.”

Her walls clamped down and every muscle in her body locked tight, her back arching off the counter as she screamed my name like I’d ordered.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, such a good girl. Look at you. Jesus, so goddamn beautiful when you come for me.”

I buried myself deep and threw my head back, roaring out my own release so strong I thought the back of my skull had been blown clean off. I collapsed on top of Presley, wrapping my arms between her and the counter and holding her as close to me as possible while still deep inside her as we worked to regulate our breathing.

She gently played with my hair as I peppered her chest with kisses, both of us content to be quiet as we came down from the highest high I’d ever experienced.

“Beau?” she finally asked after a few minutes had passed.

I lifted my head and smiled drunkenly down at her—at the woman I had fallen head first into love with. “Yeah, Bubbles?”

“That was fantastic. Every bit of it from start to finish. But as perfect as your dick is, it doesn’t count as breakfast, so I’m going to need you to feed me.”

I blinked, my mind absorbing what she’d just said. Then my head fell back in a long, deep belly laugh.

Could my girl possibly get any more perfect?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

BEAU

Standing on the sidelines,I gave my whistle a sharp burst and set the five boys still on the field off to running. Practice was technically over, but after doing some thinking on it, I’d decided on the perfect punishment for the guys who’d gone to Dropped Anchor the night before and acted like asses.

That was why, after a long, grueling practice, complete with a bitch of a hangover for all of them, they were now doing shuttle runs after a brutal set of gassers and wind sprints, followed by up-downs.

Brad chuckled beside me, his arms crossed over his chest. Sunglasses shielding his face as he watched the torture continue. “Twenty on Ramirez being the first to hurl.”

Ramirez was one of the freshmen new to the team. He was one hell of a cornerback.

I studied the kids as they slugged their way through their punishment. “Nah. My money’s on Johnson. Kid’s looking a little green.”

Just then, our outside linebacker, Derek Sanders, bent at the waist and lost his breakfast right there on the field.

“Oh!” Brad let out a laugh, punching a fist into his hand. “Looks like we were both wrong.”

Sanders puking kicked off a chain reaction, and in no time, all five of them where hurling, making noises like they were expelling the devil himself from their bodies.

“Jesus.” My defensive coordinator, Matt Anderson, curled his top lip in disgust, but it didn’t stop him from popping a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth, the man’s snack of choice. “Think we need a priest out here to perform an exorcism?”

I smiled and shook my head. “Nah. Think they’ve gotten it out of their systems.”

Matt nodded. “Well, I think it’s safe to say these boys won’t be fucking up any time soon.”

I blew my whistle again and waved them over, putting them out of their misery. “Think you learned your lesson?”

Five heads nodded miserably.