Page 17 of Acceptance
“What are you doing?”
Undertaker stands, holding back his chuckle. “I’m missing the game.”
“Seriously?”
He slides her sweatpants back up her legs and guides her back into the living room where she all but stomps in frustration. It’s hard not to laugh at her.
“That’s just mean.”
Releasing her sweatpants again, she smirks the moment they fall down her legs. This time, she steps out of them as he strips out of his own clothes, happy to find her completely naked when he pulls his shirt over his head.
Laying down beside their pile of clothes, he signals to Jamie to move up towards his face. He may be throbbing to be inside the tight little pussy his fingers were just in, but he needs to finish what he started in the other room.
“I don’t know how you’re going to see much of the game this way,” she says as she lowers herself down to straddle his face.
Jamie bends forward and takes his cock into her hand before sucking on just his tip. “I can hear it,” he murmurs before licking her and pressing his tongue flat as he flicks.
Her warm mouth engulfs him as far as she can manage, and he needs to help build her up again. Help her finish before she gets him going too much.
Jamie learned how he likes to be sucked quickly, and he loves how she still explores him. Every new technique or rhythm creates a new way that makes him explode.
He can’t finish her the moment she takes him deep into the back of her throat, something she’s never done before, and he digs his fingers into her thighs as he feels the familiar tightening of his muscles. Three more hits to the back of her throat makes him come hard and fast.
“Fuck, baby doll,” Undertaker moans, both happy and annoyed he got off before she did. “How the hell did you learn how to do that?”
Climbing off of him, she smirks and nuzzles against his side. “Melanie taught me.”
“Of course, she did,” he says, but he’s not even a little mad.
“I won,” she says. “You know what that means.”
It’s become a game whenever they mutually please each other. Whoever gets the other off first gets to pick something they want. One of these days, he’s going to ask her to let him take the only hole he hasn’t been allowed yet.
“What does the winner want?”
“I want a picture of us.”
“No?”
Reaching over him to his jeans, she pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to him. “Now.”
“But you’re naked.”
“You don’t show your phone to others, right?”
She has a point. Plus, it would be worth looking at when I’m gone on a run. Look at her as I get myself off.
“No, but what if someone gets into it?”
“And who’s going to break into your phone thinking you have titty pictures of your plus-size girlfriend? Come on.”
“Jamie—”
“I won, so I get to pick the prize. We have no pictures together. If you’re that worried about my boobs being in the shot, just angle it enough not to capture them.”
He wouldn’t mind having a naked picture of her on his phone. Hell, he’d love a whole gallery of them, but he’s cautious. If anyone else sees her naked, he’d have to kill them. And he likes his brothers.
“Fine,” he sighs and takes the picture, lifting the phone to make sure everything only he gets to see is out of frame. “Now, can I finish my dessert?”
