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In fact, most times, I have to hold myself back more than I’d like, but I have faith that Stevie can handle it.
“Such a good girl,”
“Now, hold on to the headboard.”
“I want you to stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”
Great. Perfect. Five-star pussy is more like it. It grips around me, and I have to focus on not coming like a fucking teenager going through puberty.
“You’re doing so good, taking all of me.”
“You like me, huh, Stevie girl?”
“You’re annoying,”
“You think you could handle more?” I thrust into her again, this time even harder, watching her eyes roll back in...
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“You like that,”
That is, until Stevie releases the headboard, takes my hand from her tit and instead, guides it to her throat.
I can’t help but smile against the skin of her shoulder as I lightly choke her, all the while I’m fucking her from behind.
“Shit,” I hiss out. “I really like fucking you, sweetheart.” “Stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”
“Zee,”
“Fucking hell—”
And just then, I do something I’ve never done before. Two of my fingers leave her throat, turning her chin to face me. Pressing my mouth to hers, I come inside of her, needing her to swallow my cry of her name, so my fucking teammates don’t hear it through these thin-ass walls.
The usual gloat and ego are missing from my post-sex glow. Instead, stress is evident on my face. Because I liked that way more than I should have.
Fuck. I thought I ended the chase, but now I think I may have started a whole other game that I’m never going to win. Did that kiss fuck with my brain instead of hers? And why do I want to cuddle up next to her soft body before round two?
Stevie slips her legs into her jeans, rebuttoning the waistband. Which is the exact opposite of what I want her to do.
I’ve spent this entire season so far trying to remind Stevie that she works for me, and now she decides to get it through her head? Right when I want her to forget about it?
I eye her a moment, trying to figure out what the hell went wrong in the time I made her come all over my dick to now, but I can’t read her.
completely, I watch as Stevie leans her head back on the wall, regret covering her features.
I have a stupid limp because of his stupid, huge dick.
plane, a cocky little smirk playing at his perfectly full lips. Asshole. “You’re limping a bit, Stevie. Did you roll your ankle or something?” I hate him. “Oh my God,” Indy says much too loudly. “Oh. My. God.” Her head is on a swivel looking back and forth between Zanders and me, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of rose.
“You two finally fucked,”
“What the hell happened last night?” he whispers. “I thought we had fun?” “We did. And when it was over, I left.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Are you shitting me?”
“You’re the girl from last night?”
“Stevie, I had faith in you,”
“Stevie, I’m disappointed. I’m going to need you to keep giving him shit regardless of this.”
“Because it’s quite literally my only entertainment on this fucking airplane.”
Hey, Neighbor, We have a three-year-old daughter who didn’t get to have Halloween with her dad because he was on a work trip. We’re planning to make up for it tonight by going door-to-door trick or treating. If you’re willing to participate and make our daughter’s night, please leave your front door light on, and we’ll come by between 6-7 PM. If not, no worries! We hope you enjoy the candy instead! From your neighbors, -The Maddisons
“That’s why you never use the penthouse elevator anymore.”
“I like your hair,”
“I like your hair, too.”
“You following me?”
“He messed with the wrong ice queen.”
“Because I’m scared.”
but over the last few weeks and the few short road trips we’ve had since I saw her on delayed Halloween, Stevie has kept her distance. It’s annoying.
Even from a block away, I can see her back slightly vibrate before she looks up and frantically wipes her cheek.
“You following me?”
“What’s going on?”
“A dog died.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Not that kind of love.”
“We all know you’re already in love with me.”
They clearly love her as much as she loves them.
What I am worried about is seeing this sweet side to Stevie.
“That’s what it feels like to be loved.”
