Page 81 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“Damn, I left too early,” I said and snapped my fingers.
A few car horns sounded off as we motioned forward in our lane. “This grown man in the locker room crying. She told him about y’all conversation.”
“Shit, wrong woman, you know how it goes,” I said.
Bryce’s hard laughter returned.
“Remind me to stay on your good side. Coach will be giving a long ass speech in the morning. Be ready. Stedman gon’ try to kick your ass.”
“And his wife will get pictures. Tell Vick to control his guard dog and I’ll keep my pictures in my damn phone. In the hood, he would’ve gotten a hot one for grabbing on me. I’m not his bitch,” I said.
“Marcus, I wonder who you are sometimes. I will see you in the morning. Meet me by my car,” he demanded, and we hung up.
I kissed my daughter, and she squirmed, but she never woke. Shutting off her light, I went on the hunt for what was mine.
Opening the bedroom door, Mia was dressed as a maid, posing seductively as she leaned against the dresser.
“Fuckkkk,” I sang.
The black uniform stopped above her ass. In her right hand, she held a feather duster.
“Mr. Allen, I’m sorry I couldn’t get the house clean. The day kinda got away from me,” Mia said in a softer tone.
I dropped my bag by the door and scanned her, captivated as she twirled the duster in her hand. “I’ll be out of your way in five minutes,” she said.
My dick pressed hard to be released as I approached the maid.
“Did Wifey leave any other instructions?” I asked as I hovered over her.
Mia danced the feathers across the dresser slowly.
“She said not to leave until you’re fucking happy,” she said.
I swallowed hard. I knew what I wanted to do, and it wasn’t making love. Eyeing the folded shirts on the bed, I tossed them to the floor.
“Clean this shit up,” I instructed with my hand, and she gave me sad, pleading eyes.
Mia turned around and bent over, exposing her bare ass. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard dick.
“Bed,” I instructed as she faced me again.
“Make me,” she challenged and tried side-stepping me.
I secured her elbow and twisted her toward the bed and smacked her ass cheek. “Mr. Allen,” she gave a fake gasp as she glared back at me.
“Mia said make me fucking happy,” I reminded, raising one brow before she willingly hunched over the bed.
She made sure to swipe her bare ass across my dick.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, and I smacked her ass again, making her shiver before I entered her wet opening.
As she tightened her walls to hug my dick, I growled. “I’ll have to leave you a tip.”
The sound of skin slapping bounced around the room. I held no intention of stopping anytime soon. The maid was going to earn her salary tonight.
I replayed meeting the maid last night as I ended my morning run. Shit, this roleplay and costume shit is something I could get with. Stepping into the bedroom, I glimpsed at Mia in a pair of tight ass leggings and paused. The circle print appeared to be painted on her skin. I folded my arms as I stood by the bedroom door.
“Mia, where are you going in those tight ass leggings?” I questioned.
