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“What the fuck?” I holler up at the ceiling, laughter riddling my voice. “Get your ass back in the bed, Hamilton!”
“Make me!” Her voice is so distant I can barely hear her.
Alright then…
I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed before standing. Slipping on my boxers, I head out into the hall to chase after her. I check each room as I go, opening each door, looking for any evidence that she’s inside.
When I’m satisfied that she’s definitely downstairs, I descend the stairs.
“Marco!” I call.
Seconds tick by before I faintly hear her response.
“Polo.”
Smiling, I take off toward the back of the house, yelling again.
“Marco.”
“Polo.” Closer this time, but still faint.
Heading in the direction I think her voice is coming from, I find myself checking every room down this hallway as well, including the gym.
Nothing.
“Marco.” I pull the gym door closed behind me.
“Polo.”
“You little sneak…” I shove the door back open, looking around the expansive space. “I know you’re in here.” I make my way further inside. “Marco,” I sing-song.
“Polo.”
I whip around right as she takes off out of the room.
“Now you’re in trouble, Hamilton.” I chase after her, but she’s faster than I anticipate and I lose her when she turns the corner and seems to vanish into thin air. “Mother fucker.” My laughter echoes around me. “Marco!”
I wait, holding my breath, afraid that I won’t hear her.
“Polo.”
I just about jump out of my fucking skin when I feel her slide up behind me, having not seen her coming.
“Someone’s jumpy,” she teases as I spin around, immediately backing her into the wall behind her.
“I’ll show you jumpy.” I lift her up, pinning her between me and the wall.
I go from soft to rock hard in an instant when I realize she never put panties on under my shirt.
“You caught me. Now, what are you planning on doing with me?” She smiles at me, her eyes dancing with mischief as she slides her fingers into my hair.
“I think you know exactly what I’m going to do with you.” I reach between us, freeing myself from my boxers before sliding inside of her in one swift motion.
She lets out a soft moan, not once breaking eye contact as I begin relentlessly pounding into her, chasing the kind of release only she can give me.
I watch her expression shift. Recognize the desire that floods her eyes and it only fuels me further, harder, faster, until we’re both on the brink. And then we’re falling over.
My release rips through me with so much force, it’s hard to keep my head upright, yet I can’t tear my gaze away. Because there, staring back at me, are the only eyes I ever want to look into again as I orgasm.
