Page 37 of Hat Trick Daddies

Her lips part as she pulls me into another searing kiss, her touch driving me wild. Unable to resist the pull any longer, I carry her to the bed and lay her down.

She looks up at me with a mix of mirth and longing, her dress riding up her milky thighs as she reaches for me.

Her hands play with my dick on the outside of my basketball shorts, and I let her tease me. The sultry moment stretchesbetween us, charged with electricity as I climb onto the bed, ready to lose myself in her completely.

Laying on my back I feel my heart race as she tugs on my throbbing cock, releasing it from the binding fabric of my shorts. My head falls back as I feel her on top of me, her mouth surround me, taking me deep within, down her throat.

Her head bobs against me back and forth, and I feel myself rising, pushing, almost beyond control.

She laughs, knowing full well how close I am, edging me almost to completion before reveling in my lack of release.

“You little cock tease,” I say with a smile, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her over my face, aligning her sweet, pink pussy with my mouth.

She grinds and shivers as I pass over her again and again, my tongue exploring every crease and crevice of her soaking-wet flesh.

My fingers dive upward into her, writhing back and forth, making her gush over me again and again. Now I’m laughing at her as she comes hard over me, my mouth open to catch all of her juices.

“I could drink you all day,” I moan, pressing her hips back downward toward my own. I shift below her, bringing my aching dick right to her soaked entrance, feeling myself press deep into her, the folds of her womanhood swallowing me whole.

We’re in bed, tangled in sheets, and every movement sends a jolt of electricity through me as our bodies shudder against one another, crying out for more and more pleasure.

Ally’s hair cascades over her shoulders, her radiant blue eyes locked on mine as she leans closer, her lips parted.

I feel her grinding her hips against me, slapping her body up and down on me, and it makes me sigh and scream her name. My hands slide across her soft hips, digging my fingertips into her flesh and gripping her down as I thrust into her from below.

At the caress of her hands against my fiery skin, she pushes me over the edge, and I feel myself fill her up entirely.

Just as her lips brush mine again, my phone chimes, pulling me out of the dream.

I groan, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling.

My body isn’t subtle about what it wants, and I glance down with a sigh, staring at the large tent in my sheets from my dick.

“Seriously?” I mutter under my breath, raking a hand through my hair.

The phone chimes again, the screen lighting up on the nightstand. I reach over, squinting at the brightness in the dim room.

My head falls back onto the pillow, and I groan louder.

Ally. Why can’t I get her out of my head?

The phone vibrates again, this time with a text from Tiffany Perez, the latest puck bunny Nick and I have been…let’s say, entertaining.

>> Hey, sexy! What are you up to later?

I stare at the message for a moment, feeling nothing.

Normally, I’d reply with some flirty comeback, something guaranteed to get her to show up later in something tight and barely there.

But tonight?

I don’t care.

I make a face, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand.

Tiff is fun, sure, but she’s not Ally.

She’s not even in the same universe as Ally.

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