Page 10 of Escaping with the Mountain Man

She grabbed both the pompoms, uncrossed her legs, and hopped off the table, still not giving me a glimpse of what was under that skirt. I might just have to feel for myself.

I stepped back to watch as she executed a professional-level cheer, her tits jiggling as she moved. She wasn’t wearing a bra. That much was clear. I had to keep my arms crossed over my chest to resist the overwhelming temptation to step forward and strip that blouse off her.

When Sadie reached the end of her cheer, she jumped up in the air, spreading the pompoms in a big “Y.” Her legs came up, as did her skirt, giving me more than an eyeful of that sweet pussy of hers.

When she landed, there was a big smile on her face. She put a hand on each hip and eyed me flirtatiously.

“Ready for the big game?” she asked.

No. That wasn’t at all what I was ready for right now.

“I’m ready to tackle you, if that counts,” I said with a smile.

She tossed the pompoms to the table. One slid off the edge, heading straight to the floor. I barely noticed as I closed the remaining distance between us and settled a hand on each of those irresistible hips.

“Coaches don’t usually like their players fraternizing with the cheerleaders,” Sadie said with a teasing smile.

“What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room.” I lowered my head to press my lips to hers.

Sadie didn’t know it, but she was tapping into a teenage fantasy of mine. I was on the football team throughout middle and high school, but our team sucked. I never acted it out, but I had an ongoing fantasy of fucking a cheerleader in the locker room after practice.

“We’d better hurry,” I said when I broke the kiss. “The coach will stop by to lock up.”

She gave a quick nod, her hands going to the hem of my T-shirt. It was over my head and on the floor next to the pompom in seconds.

And then she was going for my jeans, undoing the fastening and dropping down. As she lowered my jeans and underwear, my cock springing out, I couldn’t stop staring at her. The sight of Sadie kneeling in front of me in a cheerleader uniform was mind-blowingly sexy.

Pants and underwear around my calves, she took me in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock as she ran her tongue over my tip, then along my shaft.

I watched as long as I could keep my eyes open, but they eventually slid shut. It felt so good, I could easily come this way. Occasionally, I did, but most of the time I came inside her, especially now that we were trying to get pregnant.

“Get up here,” I said when my cock was so hard, it was throbbing. “Let me fuck that sweet pussy.”

She had a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. My girl loved it when I talked dirty to her.

“Where do you want me?” she asked.

That was a good question. I could steer her toward the bedroom, but that would take away from the locker room fantasy.

“This will do,” I said.

As confusion passed across her face, I nodded toward the table. She obediently walked to the table and hopped up on it.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded.

It was time to get a good look at what was going on under that skirt. I’d waited long enough.

Once again, she did as I commanded, leaning back and staring invitingly at me. I moved between her legs, lowering myself and sliding my tongue along her opening.

“Mmm,” she said as my tongue made its way to her clit.

She was wet for me, but that was no surprise. I could make my wife wet just by whispering in her ear what I wanted to do to her.

Within seconds, I had her gasping and whimpering. I inserted my finger as I continued flicking my tongue over her clit. I didn’t stop until she cried out, her thighs tightening around my head, gently squeezing me.

Once I was sure her orgasm had run its course, I stood, already gripping my erection. I had to be inside her, and I had to be inside her soon.

“Hurry,” Sadie said. “The coach will be here any second.”

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