“Your pussy looks so pretty stretched by my cock and pumped full of my cum.” My eyes lifted and met hers again,holding her gaze. “Andyoulook gorgeous freshly fucked.”
Her full lips parted in surprise before she smiled mischievously at me.
“Well, then, I guess you should make sure I look like that more often.”
“Don’t worry, it’s in the cards, baby,” I growled before leaning over her and pressing our lips together in an affectionate kiss.
Twenty One
Hailey
I woke up the next morning just before noon, as evidenced by the bright sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, and realized I wasn’t alone.
The last time I spent the night here, he had to leave early for practice. This time, though, his large body was wrapped around me as if he wanted to hide me from the world. I enjoyed that. With him by my side, I could take on anything.
I closed my eyes again, snuggled closer to his body, and — oh, shit, part of him was already awake. My sore pussy throbbed, apparently unconcerned that it had been more or less torn in two only a few hours ago.That horny bitch.
There was no way I would be able to endure a second round so soon, so I tried my hardest not to wriggle around and absolutely not to rub against him like a wanton whore.Definitely not.
The memory of him calling me his slut flashed through mymind. I may have been a virgin until last night, but that didn’t mean I was a sweet summer child. My Kindle was filled to the brim with smutty romances extraordinaire.
I’d had to keep my head above water all those years when I thought he didn’t want me and he thought I didn’t want him. I still wanted to rip my hair out about this. We could’ve hadyearstogether. However, everything happens for a reason, and in the end, my plan had worked out.
Now that I was with him, really and truly with him, I wouldn’t let him go.
My phone was on the bedside table on the other side of the bed, so there was no way to get to it without waking him. I figured we’d have to get up soon anyway. Even though it was Sunday and there wasn’t an official practice, I guessed he’d still do some kind of workout, just like me.
A devilish grin played around my lips as I thought about waking him in a special way.
Before I even got the chance to put my plans into action, warm lips descended on my neck as a thick arm wrapped around my waist.
I moaned as I said, “You’re awake? That’s too bad — I had such lovely plans for waking you up.”
His rumbling laugh vibrated against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Mmm. Sounds tempting, but I’m afraid we’d never get out of bed again.”
I snorted, then sucked in a startled breath as he abruptly flipped me over and pulled me onto his broad chest. The smattering of hair brushed over my sensitive nipples, and I propped my chin on my fist so I could peek up at him.
His gaze was incandescent, iceon fire. “How are you?” he asked softly. “I mean, are you feeling … Did I hurt you?” Concern resonated in his voice, his tone quiet and serious.
“I’m a little sore, but I think that’s relatively normal. In any case, you didn’t hurt me.”
He exhaled, his arms wrapped around me like a cage. “Okay.” He nodded slowly. “Okay, that’s … good.”
I giggled. “Yeah, I’d say so.”
Colt groaned, the raspiness striking me right in the core like a bolt of lightning releasing molten lava.
“I’m not good at … any of this. Pretty obvious. So don’t hold it against me if I say stupid shit.”
“I like you the way you are. Stop worrying about everything.”
Trying to change the subject, I studied his face. I stretched my hand and gently ran the tip of my index finger along the prominent white line that cut through his eyebrow.
“How did that happen?” I’d always wondered how he’d gotten it, but I’d never had the balls to ask — not that I’ve had much opportunity to.
His features hardened, and I regretted asking, ready to take the question back, but then his gaze softened a fraction as it met mine.
