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I silently laugh, but she gets me back by reaching for my balls and gently massaging them. I barely contain my throaty moan, then relent.

“Okay. I’ll be gentle.”

Holding her tightly, I pull out and thrust in again, but not nearly as hard this time. With our bodies flush, the intensity is still there. Then she smiles up at me. It takes a second to figure out why. She does some sort of witchcraft and tightens the muscles of her vaginal wall.

My eyes roll back at how good it feels. She must like it too because a haze settles in her eyes.

We continue like that, small, perfectly positioned thrusts and the tense and release of her pelvic floor muscles.

It shouldn’t feel this fucking good, but it does, and we’re both barely keeping it together. We’re drenched in sweat, slick bodies gliding together as we get close to the edge and fall away again.

My orgasm hits out of nowhere, and my whole body locks up. It’s all I can do to keep from screaming her name, but I can’t hold back my repressed grunts.

I stay inside her, angling my hips and continuing the shallow thrusts as I work her clit with my thumb until she’s falling apart under me, face twisted in ecstasy as her mouth falls open with silent screams. She milks my sensitive cock, almost making me come again.

She sighs contentedly as I flop down next to her.

“I need another shower,” I whisper.

She laughs, still quietly, but louder than a whisper. “That was so much hotter than I thought it would be. I think we edged ourselves.”

“Just a bit. I didn’t know your?—”

“Pussy is magical?” she asks with a sweet smile.

“Oh, I knew that,” I sigh, kissing her neck. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too. I know I need to get up and clean up, but I don’t want to. Just… hold me for a few minutes?”

“I’ll hold you all night.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I tug her close, burying my face in her hair.

How did I get this lucky?

Not only have I made it to the majors, but I have an incredible woman next to me who is living her own dream.

It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I think this is a sign that we’re going to good places.

16

GROWING PAINS

Amanda

“Maybe you just shouldn’t come tothe wedding!”

I rub my temple as the bridezilla from hell screams at her mother yet again.

“You’re lucky to evenhavethis wedding, missy. After all the grief you put me through.”

I wonder if there’s a way to screen for people like this in the future. They’re paying me a good amount, but I’m not sure it’s worth it.

“What if we did a classy, biodegradable confetti? Then you won’t have to worry about glittery plastic or spending extra money on rose petals.”

Yes, this is what their fight is over. The confetti guests will be given to throw at the bride and groom. I’m proud of myself for keeping my face neutral whenIwould like to be throwing things atthemright now. Ugh.

They look at each other tentatively and smile. Then they collapse into a dramatic hug saying how much they love each other and shifting gears to another wedding topic—how ugly the bride’s sister will look in her dress.

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