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May 14 - May 14, 2023
“I was still drunk from the night before. I was crying because I remembered that Taco Bell exists.”
My call-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-get-rid-of-the-body kind of person.
Give me the option and I’ll choose the hot hockey player any day of the week.
“Dude, did I do something to piss you off or did you just wake up and choose violence this morning?”
I look down at Cam and chuckle as he groans in pain. And to think he has a thing for that girl.
Second book?
“Yeah, let’s go. You can’t teach a bunch of little kids how to ice skate if you’re hangry. You’ll traumatize them for life.”
In this moment, she’s mine.
white while the other holds a cigarette that is meant to calm me down and failing miserably.
Nooooo not a cigarette
Any idea how to get the taste of your little sister off my tongue?
Slow down. You’re doing it wrong.
It’s not a goddamn scratch off card, Laiken. Slow the fuck down.
“You do know this is illegal, right?” Yeah, I don’t give a single fuck right now. “You’re doing it wrong.”
“Show me.” Shots. Fucking. Fired.
“Don’t rob me of those delicious sounds. I want to hear how good you feel.”
“Then do it. Clench around them and cover them with your cum.” I speed up my motions slightly. “Show me what a good girl you can be.”
See, but that’s exactly the problem. I wish she fucking would.
She’s a fucking temptress. A siren luring me in with the innocent look in her eyes and the sound of her pleas. And she has no idea how lethal she is.
she drunkenly mumbled something about wanting to buy a porcupine and teach it to stab people that get on her nerves. She’s a nut even in her sleep.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “I don’t stand a chance when it comes to you, do I?”
If she knew how far out of my league she is, she wouldn’t give me a second glance.
“I want you, okay? When you’re around, I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you. And when we’re alone together, I lack even the most basic fundamentals of self-control.” He takes a step closer and puts his hands on the counter in front of me. “But no matter how crazy you make me, at the end of the day, you’re still my best friend’s little sister. We can’t cross that line.”
“No. You’re not excused,” I sneer. “You can take your moral compass and your shitty excuses and shove them up your ass because that line you claim we can’t cross? You obliterated it the moment you sucked my cum off your fingers.”
Holding me close, she starts leading me into the house. “It doesn’t matter. You come first.”
I drop my head and laugh quietly to myself. That’s twice in one week that I’ve gotten my ass handed to me by her.
She stops and then hums. “You should know all about that, being an expert on bouncing between hot and cold.”
“Take that shit off,” I roar. She’s anything but impressed. “No.” Wrong answer. “I mean it, Laiken. Take it the fuck off or I’ll cut it off you.”
Getting off the ice, I go into my locker and grab the backup jersey I have hanging in there.
“And I’m glad you’ve figured that out. Now, hate me all you want, but take off his fucking jersey.”
she may be pissed off, but she’s doing it while sporting my number on her back.
“You think he can make you feel the way I did? Make your whole body shake when you cum?”
Slipping the lighter out of my pocket, I don’t look away from her for a second as I light the paper on fire.
“He can’t, and I won’t even let him try.” I keep her in place as I move in until my lips are right against hers, feeling the heat of our breath mixing together. “Because you’re fucking mine.”
His hands grip my waist as he lifts me with ease and pins me up against the wall.
“God, you look so fucking good in my jersey,” he murmurs against my skin. “Such a little temptress. You love testing my limits, don’t you?”
His hand comes up to wrap around my throat,
“As much as I want to take you right here, the last thing we want is someone from the team walking in on us,” he says.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he all but whispers.
“So, you go into the locker room and take one of mine,” he growls. “But the only goddamn number that goes on that body of yours is mine. The fact that you even gave that shithead the time of day pisses me off.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he tells me as he plays with my pussy. “Gonna feel so fucking good.”
“I want you to fuck me.” “Good girl.”
“Last chance to back out, baby,” he tells me, but I shake my head. “Never going to happen.” Gripping my hips, he positions me over his cock. “Thank fuck.”
“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” I ask, feeling a little insecure. He chuckles breathlessly. “No, baby. You’re perfect. I’m going to move, okay?”
“That’s it. Just like that. Fuck, Laiken. You’re so good for me.”
“I love seeing you like this,” he tells me. “Seeing you in my jersey, feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick. Can’t wait to feel you come all over me.”
“Fuck, Laiken,” he moans. “I’m gonna come. Need you to come with me.”
“Yes,” he pants. “Fuck, yes. Such a good girl for me.”
You are the hidden fantasy. Just you.
Hooking up isn’t something new to me. What is new, however, is the way I fucking crave her. I’ve never found myself going out of my way to see a girl until Laiken.
And now that I’ve had her, I can’t get enough. She’s got her claws in deep, and it drives me nuts.
He was hitting on my girl.
