Page 114 of Toxic Wishes

No one else?’ I must have heard him wrong. My shorts drop to the floor, he whips me around, and I plant my hands on the table to support myself. I hear a wrapper crinkle. My thighs shake. I am so turned on by what’s coming. Thank God we are behind his blinds, and they are semi-closed. Arching my back, I open my legs for him and look over my shoulder.

“Guess all that cardio has paid off,” I say.

He pulls his cock out of his boxers and rolls the condom on. And then he leans in, wrapping a hand around my neck, kissing me hard.

“Well, this makes it worth it.” He says. Pulling down my panties, he grips me where my thigh meets my hips. And guides his cock to my entrance. Once it’s crowning me, he pulls my hips back to him, and I’m dripping wet now. Gasping and shuttering as his dick slides inside me.

“Oh god,” I whimper. My head dips as I’m shaking so hard, and he doesn’t give me any time to recover. And all I can do is hold on as he fucks me. I raise my right knee to the counter and lean forward a little more. His cock slid deeper and made me moan. He pants hard, grunting in my ear. And his hands are all over the place as he reaches around. One hand gripping my breasts and the other dipping in between my legs to rub my clit.

“You can go again later, right?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Really? I’m a trained athlete. Don’t insult me.” He growls. “You think I can’t keep up with your nympho ways?”

“I just really w?—.”

“Want what?”

I open my mouth, whispering against his lips as our bodies meet again and again.

“I want to suck your dick.” I rub my lips over his. Taunting him.

“I want to feel you in my mouth. ”

He exhales hard. Baring his teeth and closing his eyes.

“Abigail.” He shakes his head, almost as a warning. I kiss him, our lips hovering over each other as sweat glides down my back.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I whisper. He bites my bottom lip hard before letting it go.

“Say it again.”

“I want to suck your dick,” I say again.

His cock pounds me like a hammer, and I curl my toes. Feeling my orgasm crest.

“I want to taste you. Make you cum, Colt.” I loved saying his name.

His finger dug into my flesh. And the tops of my thighs ache from where they keep hitting the granite top. But he’s making me cum again, and nothing in the world has ever felt this good. I’m almost there. I flick his lip with my tongue. Feeling fire spread throughout my thighs and rock my insides.

“Please,” I whisper. Backing up against his dick and chasing it too.

“Fuck my mouth tonight, Colt.”

“Abigail. Shit.” He cries out, and he grabs my shoulder at the neck and pounds me so hard I can’t speak even if I want to. We both cum. My knuckles turn white as I grasp the edge of the granite countertop. Tensing and tightening every damn muscle in my body.

“Colt,” I cry out. I lower myself to the counter, hugging my arms to myself, closing my eyes, feeling him pulse inside me. His hand is planted next to my head, and he hovers above, breathing hard and jerking into me a couple more times. I want him to cum inside me. He never asked me. I want to see him spilling out of me, and I want to feel it. I’m on the pill, and he’s already fucked me bare, and once we both have that talk, since it we didn’t this morning after he fucked me against the wall, I’m letting him know the rubbers can go in the damn garbage. I’m clean, and being an NFL player constantly getting tested, I know he has to be, too.

A few moments later, my breathing turns normal, and I’m spent. His hands glide down my back, and I hear him inhale like he’s about to talk, but a pounding noise hits the door.

“Yo bro, open up.” We both pop up.

My heart skipped a beat. Colt pulls out of me, and I slide my panties up, hurriedly scrambling to get dressed. I hear the garbage can slam closed, and Colt is beside me as he hurries back into his t-shirt. Just then, another pound at the door comes through.

“Colt, c’mon, we have to train, then we have that shoot for Nike. Open up.”

What the fuck? Troy continues to bang on the front door as I throw him a freaked-out look.

“Geeze, he hates waiting,” I tell Colt.

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