Page 83 of Beg Me

“I’m going to start giving you requests more often.”

“Ask, and you shall receive,” she says, giggling.

You better mean that. I hide a grin, heading to my closet and pausing only to turn on the television. She gives me a curious look as I walk by her.

“I checked my email, and we got the brackets for the tournament,” she says. “They’re starting the games on Thursday this year. Something about there being a parking conflict with a church ice cream social at the park on Sunday.”

“When do we play?”

“Thursday at two thirty. It should be fine, right? I mean, we’ve practiced a lot, and our chemistry is great.” She sighs. “I really wanted to get in one or two doubles matches before then. But with the wedding prep tomorrow, and then the wedding Saturday, and then Lolly’s on Sunday, that only leaves three days next week, and I know the courts will be packed.”

I slide my shirt and shorts off, tossing them in the laundry basket by the closet door. “We’re going to be fine.”

She groans. “I hope so.”

I rifle through a stack of T-shirts until I find what I’m looking for. “You worry too much.”

“Yeah, probably.”

I come back into the room and toss the shirt on the bed beside her. “Put that on.”

She picks it up, confused. “What is it?”

I hop onto the bed and get situated at the headboard. “It’s a practice shirt.”

“Are you serious?” she asks, not sure whether to laugh or not.

“Put. It. On.” I palm my dick and stroke it, watching her expectantly. “You’re wasting time.”

“Whatever.” She slides the deep purple cotton over her head. It’s too big and hangs off her narrow frame like a dress. It’s adorable. “Happy now?”

“I’ll be happy when you’re riding my cock, and I’m looking at my name above your ass while you’re coming.”

“Feeling desperate, Mr. Plath?”

Absofuckinglutely.

“Come on,” I say, taking her hand. “I need to be inside you.”

“What are you thinking? Reverse cowgirl? I feel like that’s the vision.”

I pull her face to mine and kiss her roughly. “You’re a fast learner.”

She sighs, but I can tell she’s amused, as she gathers the fabric at her waist and straddles me backwards. Hovering over me, her round ass is perfectly placed for my palms.

“It’s going to go so deep this way,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. “This is going to feel so good.”

“I know.”

She moans as she sinks down on me inch by inch. I hiss, shivering from the tightness of her pussy and how hot and ready she is for me.

“Oh, my gosh,” she groans, taking me in as far as she can. Her head falls back, the ends of her hair dusting against my wrists as I squeeze her ass cheeks. “This is amazing.”

I flex my hips, craving the friction. “Let’s go, babe. Ride this dick.”

She begins to move, grinding back and forth, rolling her hips in slow circles.

I gather the hem of the shirt and hold it at her waist. The shape of her body is such a turn-on. Full hips. Rounded ass. The wicked curve of her waist.