Page 68 of Sideline Play

“Be petulant all you want,” I tell her. “I won’t be the reason you lose your dreams or have to defer them. You still have a whole semester of clinicals left to complete in the spring and after that, a career to start and a name to establish. You’re only twenty-one, and I want to be sure you get everything out of life that you possibly can before we bring another one into it.”

Scooting over so she’s only slightly less in the middle of our bed, Scarlet slips under the duvet and sheets, holding them open for me. Coming in beside her, my arm sliding under her pillow as she comes to nuzzle against my chest, she quietly asks, “You do want children though, right? That wasn’t all just play?”

“Well,” I start, wrapping my other arm around her. “The Hendersons’ house—our house—has seven bedrooms notincluding the main master suite. If you’re up for it, I would want to fill at least four of those with our babies. Maybe six. Whether you give me those babies or we grow our family through other means, I don’t care. I just want you as the mother of my children, the epicenter of our family. The rest we can figure out when we’re ready.” Feeling her fingers wrap around my dick and beginning to work my partial erection from having her in my arms, skin to skin, to full attention, I add, “Until then, we can practice. A lot,” hooking her leg over mine and sliding my thigh between hers.

Reaching over her to her nightstand, I open the drawer and grab the first toy bag I can reach. Coming back, I pull the drawstring with my teeth and shake out its contents, smiling when my glittery, pink friend falls free.

Turning it on, her eyes already glazing over—her body’s quick response to seeing her toy practically Pavlovian as the quiet vibrations penetrate the air—I slip it between us, grazing her clit with the rotating head as I coax, “Be a good girl for Daddy and come so your pussy’s all nice and wet for my cock,” my phallic friend working it’s magic on her so I’m easily able to slide inside her hot, still twitching cunt within a handful of minutes, getting to fuck and love her all over again.

TWENTY-NINE

SCARLET

My arms are fully extendedin front of me, my nails digging into the corner of the mattress, threatening to pull the sheet up. Beneath me, my breasts sway and jiggle with the aftershock of each powerful thrust. I’m stretched out on my knees, back sloping upward to where my hips are raised and Remington’s fingers are gripping me, pulling me back to meet each drive of his cock into my pussy.

My skin is slick with sweat. The perfume of sex heavy in the air. I’m flooded with the sounds of our bodies clapping together, his grunts and groans sharply punctuating my long cries and pitchy moans. Pleading words for more, harder, faster. On my tongue, I can still taste the faint trace of his cum and mine from where he ate me out after last filling me, the two of us salty and sweet. And before me, the standing mirror providing an unobstructed view of my fiancé as he takes me.

Remington’s reflection looks beautifully primal. Broad shoulders and sculpted chest giving way to meticulously defined and cut abs. Thighs thick and powerful. Veins exquisitely enlarged as they snake down his forearms. His skin flushed and full lips parted as he breathes through his exertion. Sweat rollingdown his neck, begging to be licked. The green of his hazel eyes so bright their color nearly eclipses everything else. And with everything there is to see, touch, taste along my body and his, he keeps his gaze locked with mine, leaving me swimming in the heady sensation of his love.

I’m not sure if I say it out loud or if he reads it off my face, but the moment the words flutter through my head, he’s leaning over me, hand snaking around and up my body to grasp my throat. His hold is secure, just enough pressure to remind me he’s there but ultimately leaving the choice to submit and follow up to me. And as he guides me up by pressing at my pulse, I do, his lips hot at my ear as he says, “I love you too, Scarlet,” the rough, gravelly texture of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Repositioned in a way where I’m now in his lap and he’s fucking up into me, hand still at my throat, he croons, “Your pussy looks so pretty taking Daddy’s cock,” kissing the side of my face.

All I can do in response is whimper, my mind void of anything but the need for more. More of his lips, his touch, his cock. He’s right; it is pretty, hypnotic even. Thick and veiny, hard yet soft, his balls heavy and prominent, all of him wet and glistening with the ownership of my arousal.

Nodding my head, I turn and kiss him. It’s off center and unskilled, but always so patient with me, Remington slowly and gently guides me through.

Pulling free with a high pitched keen as his fingers begin rubbing and tapping my clit, I grip the outside of his thigh, nails trying to tear through his muscle.

“Daddy,” I hiss or possibly wail, everything turning distorted as all of my attention and concentration zero back in on where he’s touching me, filling me.

With his dick having been mercilessly fucking my cunt, coaxing me closer and closer to the euphoric abyss, the added stimulation hurtles me right to the edge. Around his shaft, my walls constrict and release, eager for just a bit more so I can pull forth his cum with my own.

“That’s right, baby girl. Have your tight little cunt strangle my dick. Steal my cum from me; it’s all yours.”

Lifting on my knees I begin to bounce on him. I meet each of his thrusts so he’s pushed deeper inside me, harder. Deep enough that his head kisses my cervix in sweet, pleasurable pain. It’s sharp and intense and, while I can only manage it for so long, I love it and crave it.

Letting my head lull back on his shoulder as he lets me go to palm my breast and tweak my nipple, I reach around his neck to thread my fingers through his hair and give myself over to his touch. It’s when I let go, let him have me and use me, that my body shatters into a thousand pieces for him.

Lips parted on a silent scream. Eyes screwed up tight as stars fill my vision. My fingers having found and laced with his. Breath short, gasping, and heaving. And my pussy fluttering uncontrollably as his cock continues to slide in and out of me, my clit swollen and throbbing as it further distends with my release, my thighs and his wet from my orgasm.

I’ve hardly begun to come down before I’m flipped on my back and yanked to the edge of the bed. With a quick thrust, Remington is back inside me. The return of his intrusion to my sensitive flesh makes me cry out as I already feel another orgasm coming on. Crossing my ankles, he props them on his shoulder, keeping himself partially trapped inside me as he begins to pound into me, his movements fast and just deep enough to stroke my g-spot with each thrust.

“Such a good girl,” he praises hoarsley. “Stay right there on the edge for me. I want another one from you before I come. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I breathlessly chant in answer, the waves of my first having not yet receded as they begin to grow.

After spending more of the day fucking and playing than not, and it coming on the heels of spending the previous night making love until the early hours of the morning, I’m surprised I can still come. That he can. That either of us still have the stamina to keep up with the other. But like an addiction, it’s an endless well. The more we have, the more we want. One hit leading into the next and the next, until we’re blissfully drunk on endorphins and oxytocin.

But I can, and when Remington pinches my clit, I do, a scream tearing through me as I’m tackled by my orgasm and left sobbing from its brutal intensity, his body riding mine out as he thrusts through my convulsions until his cum erupts inside me, hot and sticky andmine.

Kissing my ankle as he slowly pulls out and lowers my legs, he comes to hover over me, his lips leaving featherlight whispers of affection along my brow, cheeks, and jaw until his mouth is at my neck, tongue licking at my sweat. Languidly I reach out for him, my arms heavy as I wrap them around his waist and trail my fingers along his spine.

Bringing his lips to mine, he kisses me softly, sweetly, gently, sighing as he just barely pulls away, his forehead coming to rest on mine.

“Thank you, Scar.”

Scratching my nails through his hair, his head turning this way and that to chase my touch, I murmur, “For what?”

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