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Can’t taste enough, feel enough.
I need more.
“More,” I groan. “I need more of you. All of you.”
It’s a reflection of the thoughts that have been circling my mind for the past week or more, but I can’t put them into coherent sentences, not like this. Not when I have her in my grasp and she’s grinding on my dick.
All I can think about right now is being inside her.
“Off,” I say, dropping her legs back to the floor and fumbling around at the waist of her pants. “I need these off now.”
She laughs breathlessly, kicking off her shoes and making quick work of the button and zipper, shimmying them down her legs along with her underwear.
“You looked so fucking hot out there tonight,” she says, pulling my shirt to bring me back to her lips.
“I was hot. It was a hundred degrees.”
That earns me a hardier laugh. “I mean these thick thighs in those tight pants. It should be against the law to look that good in a baseball uniform. But I also thank God every time I see you.”
“You do, huh?” I ask, pulling back to see her face.
Biting down on her plump bottom lip, she nods. “Every fucking time.”
“Good to know. Maybe you’d like to inform the people of New Orleans, Reporter.”
The little growl she makes causes my dick to jump, and when she yanks at the waistband of my sweatpants, I swallow hard.
“I know you probably started calling me that to get under my skin… and it definitely does, but it also makes me feel all tingly.”
“In good places?” I ask, brushing my nose along hers as she pushes my pants to the floor and finds me going commando.
The second her palm strokes my dick, I let out a loud groan. I can’t help it. She drives me wild.
When I feel her start to drop to her knees, I stop her. “Greer, as much as I love your lips wrapped around my cock. The only thing I want right now is to feel that tight pussy milking me dry.”
She takes off her t-shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside the rest of our clothes and shoes.
“Off,” she instructs, pulling at the hem of my shirt. “I want your skin on mine. I need it.”
Two seconds later, we’re completely naked and Greer is back up against the wall. My cock nudges at her opening as I devour her mouth, swallowing down every needy cry and whimper.
“You ready for me, baby? I need that pussy dripping wet.” Slipping one finger up her slit, I find her perfectly drenched. Pumping inside her a few times, I pull my fingers back out and bring them to my lips. “Always so delicious. My favorite flavor in the world.”
“Mack,” Greer whines my name out like a plea.
“I got you, baby. Hold on.”
Lifting her leg over the crook of my arm, I find her sweet opening and thrust inside.
Home.
That’s what it fucking feels like when I’m inside Greer…with Greer. She feels like where I’m supposed to be and I can’t imagine my life without her. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her all of this, spill everything, but my breath is caught in my throat as ecstasy takes over.
“God, Mack,” Greer cries. “It’s never felt like this. Ever. And I’m not just saying that because you have an enormous cock and that glorious piercing… it’s just this… us… you. I—I… fuck, I’m going to come.”
Giving her clit all the friction it needs with each grind of my hips, she falls apart in my arms, her walls clenching around my cock—throbbing, pulsing. I hold her close, letting her ride that amazing orgasm, getting every drop of pleasure she deserves, before I start to pump my hips again.
When my knee hurts enough to distract me from my mission, I move us to the bed and instruct Greer to ride me. Not only is this position better for my injury, but it also gives me a chance to worship her beautiful tits as they bounce.
