Impromptu Match (Goliaths of Wrestling, #1)

by Lily Mayne

“Sometimes when Larkin thinks I’m working, I’m really just colouring,” Holt told me.

“Your eyes look like pissholes in the snow.” I was mildly offended, but my eyeballs were throbbing, and I could barely open my lids. “I feel like death.” “Yeah. I was lying under my desk before you got here.”

“Have I fucked any of the wrestlers? No,” Holt had said while stirring rum into what remained of the salted caramel ice cream so he could drink it. “Have I imagined them all passing my naked and willing body around the ring to do whatever they want to me while a crowd of lusty spectators looked on? I’m not made of stone, Taylor. Of course I have.”

“Fuck, Taylor,” he panted desperately against my mouth between more messy kisses. “I want you to sit on my face and dip your balls into my mouth.”

Without giving him time to recover, I sank the Fleshlight over his length.

FORCED. ORGASMS. This kinky motherfucker

“Don’t ruin my sexy ice cream fantasy with the threat of dairy farts, Taylor. I can handle it.”

Now I was looking at the tassels hanging from his balls.

“I was in there trying to figure out how to make them spin, but I couldn’t do it anyway.”