Page 99 of Forever Player

Her suction on my cock grows stronger, her head bobbing hungrily, “I’m going to come, Honey.”

I notice her hips thrusting under the blankets. “Are you getting yourself off too?”

“Yes,” she groans out and then her tongue runs over the tip of my cock before she gets back to taking my shaft down her throat.

Little moans begin to escape her. I lift the blanket off us, just so I can take in what is happening now that I am more awake.

“You can turn around to me and I’ll eat your pussy,” I offer. She shifts, turning herself around, and spreads her legs on each side of my shoulders, her pussy landing on my mouth. I take hold of her hips, drawing her in to me as I begin to lick her. I flatten my tongue along her clit and move my way down her seam, and she begins to moan as she moves fucking my face.

It doesn’t take long for us to go at each other with a hunger that can only end with both of us coming, and that is exactly what we do. I blow my load down her throat as I lick up all her juices, and she fucks my face.

When we are both sated, she shifts and stands. Her lips are bee-stung swollen, her hair is a mess, and she looks beautiful as hell.

“I can’t be late for work,” she says, shifting off me. She leans in and kisses me and then pulls away. I have just enough time to smack her ass as she makes her way to the bathroom.

“Can I keep Maylee with me today?” I ask since she is going in to work.

She’s brushing her teeth as she walks back into the bedroom. “It’s better we keep her on routine. Besides, I need to nurse her on my breaks. It’s easier than pumping at work.”

“Fine,” I concede.

She’s been working the last few days and I’ve been bored out of my mind. Besides my mom calling and listing her house for sale, there isn’t anything going on. My ankle is going to need a few more days to heal, at minimum.

“Sorry,” she mutters as she walks back into the bathroom.

“It’s fine. I’ll go to the arena and meet with the therapists,” I say, even though Willow has been treating me at home too. I just need to get out of the house before I go stir-crazy.

While Willow gets dressed, I head over to Maylee’s room since she was talking away on the monitor. I use my crutches to walk there and lean on the doorframe, limping a few feet over to the crib.

“Good morning, pretty girl.” I lift her up and change her diaper. I take her to the kitchen using only one crutch and holding her on my opposite hip. I place her in her high chair and turn the kettle on to prepare her morning cereal.

I take the little lunch box Willow bought her for day care, and I pack up the carrot soup Willow made her since our baby is now eating vegetables too.

Willow walks into the kitchen and heads straight for the coffee maker. She’s wearing a pair of olive-green leggings and a tight-ass shirt that crosses in the front. I know she likes to wear those kinds of tops because it gives her easy access to feed Maylee, but she looks sexy as hell. Her long hair runs down her back and her ass looks so round and full, I picture her riding me.

“Brett.” She turns and watches me staring at her ass.

“What?” I laugh. “You have a fine ass.”

She laughs too. “I need to get going. Are you sure you don’t need your car?”

“I’m positive. It’s easier for me to Uber,” I assure her.

She gets Maylee bundled up and they walk out the door, leaving the house too quiet. It feels like they have always been here with me. That’s how connected I feel to both of them.

I decide to go to the main room and do a small workout. I do some sit-ups with my hurt ankle in the air in tabletop position. I switch it up to push-ups leaving my hurt ankle in the air. Then I turn back on my stomach for some planks.

My cell rings so I slowly push myself to get up. I hop over to the coffee table and answer.

Our goalie Connor’s name lights up my screen.

“Connor, what’s up, bro?” I ask.

“Not much. We’re on the road. Wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. I know what it’s like to get stuck at home,” he guffaws.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be complaining, you got yourself a wife out of that ordeal,” I remind him.

“I ain’t complaining now. How are you doing, asshole?” he asks.

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