Page 120 of Bad Teammate
“Bad?” I asked, my fingertips gliding down the soft swell of her tummy. “Why am I bad?”
“You were staring at me all night long. You couldn’t wait to get me back here, could you?”
Delicately, I ran my finger up the thigh-slit in her dress. “Isn’t that what you wanted when you put this sexy little thing on?”
She bit her lip and sang, “May~be.”
“Good.” I threw her over my shoulder and kicked the bedroom door open. “Because it worked.”
“Derek!” she shrieked as I carried her into the bedroom.
I threw her into bed and pulled her dress right over her head, snarling with satisfaction.
“Yes,” I growled, feasting my hungry eyes on her creamy tits at long last. “I’ve been waiting for this all night. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
She sat up and began to unclasp my belt. “Hurry up and take me.”
“God, I love you,” I said, shedding my suit and trousers in a hurry. My boxer briefs were tented with an erection—I was already rock-hard. Or maybe I should saystillrock-hard, since Katerina had me hard basically all night long.
I spread her legs and mounted her. The head of my cock found her glistening slit—she was soaking wet.
“You’re so wet,” I said.
“I’ve wanted you all night, too,” she whispered in my ear. “Fuck me, Derek.”
I plunged into her tight, velvet grip.
“Yes,” she moaned as I stretched her.
I sank my weight into her again, harder, our hips meeting with a fleshy clap.
“God, yes,” I groaned, throbbing deep inside her. “You feel so good.”
Slowly, we came apart.
“Harder,” she said.
I slammed back into her, the headboard shaking as I stapled her to the mattress again and again.
“Faster,” she said.
I pumped into her harder, faster, deeper. She squeezed me so tight, we both knew I wouldn’t last long. An urgent need weighed heavily in my balls, traveling higher up my shaft with every thrust.
I was damned close.
Encouraged by her ecstatic moans, I lost myself in her pussy. I threw my head back and let out a roar.
“I’m coming!”
I exploded inside her, filling her pussy with my cum.
Tired and exhausted, I withdrew and collapsed on my back, panting for air.
She laid her head on my chest. I stroked her hair.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. We just needed to be together.
“I think I’m ready to start playing piano again,” she said at long last.
