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“And you think she didn’t? She’s a female athlete who’s probably had to put up with that shit her entire playing career. The guy who’s supposed to be her new captain treats her the same way, and there wasn’t a lick of respect. I’d be pissed too,” he says. “She could’ve told me who she was,” I argue. “You could’ve watched the tapes instead of spending time with what’s-her-name last night,” he throws back. I hang my head because he’s right.
Hudson my man
“I’d have no idea how to handle that. You go from talking to hooking up in a couple of hours? What about getting to know them?”
Real
“But I’d like you a whole lot more if you got on your knees like a good boy and showed me you know how to use your tongue and fingers for something less annoying than running your mouth. If not, I have no problem making you sit in a chair and watch while I get off from eight inches of silicone.”
“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”
“Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”
“My good Emmy girl,” I murmur, and she lights up. Rolls onto her side and looks at me. “Did you like that?”
“Open up, Emmy girl. It’s time for you to deliver on that promise.”
“Give me all of it, pretty boy.” I whimper, some desperate sound I’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow.
“That’s hot.” She kisses me again and runs her tongue across my lips. “You’re such a good boy doing what I ask. Look at the mess you’ve made.”
My body is an inferno, and I whine at her praise.
I never really felt like I had a home. But with Emmy next to me, I think home is wherever she is. A place I’d like to stay forever.
