Page 125 of Double Play

“Because your pussy power bars are formeonly. I played so well the last half of the season because of you. Because I love you so fucking much.”

My back arches as I move the vibrator in and out as fast as I can. “Ahh. I need you. I need to feel your hands. Your cock. All of it. I love you too.”

“Slap your pussy the way you like it.”

I try to slap my pussy the way he does it but it’s definitely not the same. “I need it to be you. I love it when you slap me. It drives me wild.”

“Next time I see you, I’m going to slap your pussy so fucking hard. You’ll come before my cock even touches your body.”

“Oh god. I want that. I can almost feel it. I’m coming, come with me.”

I scream out into my orgasm just as he grunts into his.

I look into the camera and see his come-covered stomach. I breathlessly whimper, “I wish I was there to lick that off or, better yet, rub it into my body.”

His cock jerks at my words and another squirt exits his tip. He’s so fucking sexy.

Just then, there’s a loud knock at my door. I hear Butch’s voice shout, “Zona, let’s go get a drink.”

I look at the phone and see Layton’s smile completely drop. Ugh. Why did Butch need to pick this moment to knock on my door? We were making progress and he ruined it.

I shout back. “I’m tired. Go without me.”

He attempts to open my door, but it’s locked. “Why is your door locked?”

“Because I don’t want to be disturbed. Just go.”

“I’ll wait to see if you change your mind. We can go to that seafood place you like.”

The one he likes, not me.

“I won’t change my mind. I want to talk to myrealboyfriend. Goodbye, Butch.”

I look back down at my phone to Layton’s defeated face. “You should go if you want.”

“I’d rather talk to you.” I sigh. “I know this is difficult for you. It’s difficult for me too.”

His face hardens. It’s unlike him. “I don’t go out and dance with women though. You don’t have to wake up every morning to photos and videos of me with another woman’s hands all over me. One that told you point blank that she’s going to steal me away from you.”

“He said that to you?”

He nods.

“I’m sorry about the dancing. I was duped. It was totally innocent, but I promise I won’t make that mistake again.”

He’s silent.

“Layton, I know this is less than ideal. Work with me. I want us to be okay. Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

He knocks on his cast. “It’s hard to do anything with this fucking thing, plus it’s been cold outside. It’s easier to just stay home.”

“You should go visit the kids. Even though the season is over, I know they’d love to see you. You mentioned teaching the older kids how to make bats. You can still do that with your cast.”

His face softens. “That’s not a bad idea. I’m having Thanksgiving food delivered there in two weeks. I usually see them then.”

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“I just told you. I’ll stop by there in the afternoon to make sure they received everything.”

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