Page 97 of Forever Player

He directs me to a quiet lot, and I park the car.

“I like that you’re still wearing my jersey,” he says, and I climb over to his seat and sit on his lap.

“I think you better get those jeans off first,” he reminds.

“Right.” I shift off him and remove the jeans and my panties. Brett lowers the lounge pants he’s wearing, along with his boxers, and his cock breaks free. He’s hard and I lick my lips and dip my head. I take his cock straight into my mouth and bob my head.

“That feels so good,” he sighs.

I take him to the back of my throat, and he messes up my hair with his fingers.

“Honey, I need you to ride me. I want to blow my load inside you.”

I shift and sit on his lap with my legs spread. I take his cock and guide him inside me. He growls as I seat myself on him. I begin to move, and Brett moves his hips causing more friction. His hands slide under my jersey and cup my breasts. He moves my bra down and tweaks my nipples. I dip my head and kiss him, taking in his taste, his scent. The way his mouth claims mine.

As I build, I move faster and use the back of the seat for leverage as I ride him hard. We both moan and groan, his hands on my ass helping me ride him. We both come apart together, him groaning and me crying out his name. We use some tissues to clean ourselves up and then we get dressed and head home. Brett’s mom is fast asleep on the couch when we walk in. I take a blanket and cover her up. Then we both go to check on Maylee.

She is sleeping flat on her back; her mouth is slightly open and we both just watch her breathe. I can’t help but think of all the goodness she has brought to our life.

“We did good,” Brett says, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Yeah,” I sigh, and he kisses the top of my head.

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Maylee’s cries from the monitor wake me out of a deep slumber. I slowly stretch and get up at the same time Brett tries to.

“You’re not getting up for her. You need to stay off that ankle,” I insist.

“I’m liking bossy Willow. You’re making me hard.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re always hard,” I retort.

“For you I am,” he replies with a smile that if I were wearing panties, they would drop.

“You stay put. I’ll feed Maylee and bring you some breakfast,” I suggest to him.

He shifts up to a seated position. I’m about to walk out of the bedroom when he says, “Honey, my mom is on the couch. I love that I can see your cute ass peeking from under the shirt but. . .”

“Oh shit.” I scramble to the side table where I have a pair of joggers folded and I slip them on quickly.

“You need to move all your clothes into my room,” he says.

I don’t answer as I leave his room. I see Ms. Noble sipping coffee and sitting on the couch.

“Good morning,” I greet her.

“Morning, dear. How is my son doing?” she asks.

“He’s going to be fine. He sprained his ankle,” I say and Maylee’s calls grow louder.

“Sorry,” I say.

“Sure, go ahead.” She waves.

I walk quickly to Maylee’s room. “Hi, pretty girl,” I chime as I walk to her crib and lift her up. She is in full-blown tears, and I kiss her cheeks and take a seat in the rocker in her room. “It’s okay, my love. Are you hungry?” I shove my boob in her mouth, and she settles instantly as she begins to suck.

I tilt my head back a little, thinking of Brett’s last words. He wants me to move my clothes into his room. When I first came to the city it was with the impression that staying here was a temporary fix. I may have wished things could work out with Brett and me, but it wasn’t something I was willing to admit because of his reputation. Since moving to the city, Brett has shown me repeatedly that he is dedicated to me and Maylee. His public displays of affection may be over the top, but I get that in his position he’s used to having attention on him.

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