Page 44 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m a bigger girl and...”
“You’re stalling my meal session. Pussy on my mouth, let’s go,” he said and I jerked my head back.
Crawling on the bed, I hovered my bare pussy over his face and he extended his tongue to try to taste. But, his tongue couldn’t reach me. I focused on him to read his face.
“Marcus, I don’t . . . ”
“Mia, I bench press more than you weigh,” he said with his head resting on the pillow.
Before I could ease down, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me down.
“Marcus, wait. I-I mean . . . ”
Once his tongue swiped my pussy, I tried to grip my headboard. The way he commanded my pleasure as he suctioned my clit into his mouth sent tingles through me. As he controlled the pace of my body, I knew he was trying to suck my heart through my middle.
“Marcus,” I moaned as I threw my head back.
The texture of his tongue combined with his motion had me temporarily blind with pleasure. Back and forth, my body rocked with him slurping and licking. As my release neared, I leaned forward to brace myself against the headboard, but Marcus maneuvered my body backward. Instead of the headboard, my eyes took in his narrowed gaze and tight jawline.
“Did I do something wrong?” I questioned breathlessly.
Marcus’s wet beard glistened with my juices as he scanned my face.
“You’re pissing me off, Mia, trying to hold back. I know how I want to eat my food. I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think I could handle you,” he said lowly, and I froze.
“All of this fullness is mine and I’m going to make you a believer,” he said, and I stared, speechless.
Before I could respond, he had my leg in the air and smacked my ass cheek.
“Mia, it’s going to be a long day,” he said, and I swallowed hard with excitement.
Chapter 8
Figuring out the Defense
Mia
My body twirled in the heavy linens in search of my phone. I tapped the nightstand in different spots until a thump confirmed I knocked it to the floor. The vibration of my phone danced against my rug until I bolted my body upward.
Ding!
When my doorbell sounded off, I threw the bedding to the side and exited the bed. Kneeling, I found my phone and a hard huff exited my mouth. It’s 9:00 a.m. on a Tuesday; who in their right mind would bother me this early?
Ding!
I stood on my feet and moved toward the front door with the right mind to curse this visitor. Right now, the person on the other side of my door entered intruder status. Without viewing my app, I opened the door to a young man in a polo withWe Do Flowersacross the front.
“Mia Robinson?” he questioned.
I counted to ten for an internal reset before I answered. “Yes, I’m Mia Robinson.”
“We have a delivery for you.”
“We?” I questioned.
The young man shifted to the right, and my mouth parted. Six mini sized vans sat outside my house with two parked in my driveway.
“Oh, and this belongs to you,” he said while handing me an envelope with pink crayon writing.
