Page 27 of Flip the Field
Brady
“I guess Jerry is right?”Amerie asked. We found ourselves again cuddled up on the couch. My girl was naked with a satisfied, content look on her face. It made me feel good. She rested her head on my chest.
“Who’s Jerry and what is he right about?” I kissed the top of her head.
“Jerry Seinfeld. Guys will always forego sleep for sex.”
“100% right,” I laughed. “Sleep, our freedoms, all our worldly possessions. Give it all up for sex.”
“Guys are too easy.” She pushed herself up and pulled my sweatshirt on over her head. It came down to her mid thighs. She left her shorts off. I could feel her on my tongue. Her pussy was sweet, and the way she let go and came undone in my mouth? I was a lucky man.
“I’m going to order a pizza. You want some?” She grabbed her phone off the table and flipped through it.
I sat up. “Yeah.”
“What do you want on it?” she asked.
“Cheese,” I rubbed my face. I smelled her all around me.
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you, twelve?” Her faced scrunched up as she ordered the pizza on her phone. “Your ‘cheese’ pizza is on the way.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Hey,” I grabbed her around the waist and tickled her. “I gave you orgasms, and you insult me?”
“Yougaveme orgasms,” She pushed me away. “What, like you dole them out like a reward?” She held her hands out. “Please, sir, can I have some more.” I lifted her over my shoulders. “Brady.” She kicked her legs.
“Apologize,” I smacked her ass.
“Nope.” She squirmed. I pinched her. “Ouch,” She rubbed it. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you mean it.” I tossed her down on the couch and crawled on top of her. I pushed her shirt up and blew raspberries on her stomach. She giggled and attempted to push me away. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. “Say it like you mean it.”
She struggled against me. My cock responded, and she felt it. She switched from pushing me away to grinding against me. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
“Not until I’m done with you.” She smirked and I was done. I had to have her again and dole her out another orgasm before the pizza arrived.
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We saton the floor in front of her couch and zoned out on some reality show with naked people in a jungle.
“Oh, that’s gross.” Amerie hid her eyes as the guy on the TV ate alligator organs. I bit into another piece of cheese pizza and showed it to her, like a twelve-year-old.
She rolled her eyes.
“Are you going to DC for Thanksgiving?” I offered her a bite of my pizza as a peace offering. She took a bite and licked her lips. My cock stirred. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.Tease.
“No,” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “My dad’s actually coming here on Wednesday to pick me up and we’re going to a family friend’s place at a resort called Cliffhouse.”
“Cool.”
“It will be pretentiousness overload, I’m sure. When my father says friends, he means supporters, constituents, and lobbyists. But the place is supposed to be nice.” She took a bite of pizza and sat the slice back down in the box. “I don’t really want to go, but I promised my father.”
“At least you’ll get a Thanksgiving,” I picked a mushroom from her half of the pizza off the side of my piece and tossed it into the box. “We have practice and then those who don’t live close are going out some place. Guys said last year it was Chinese.” I scrunched my face. I wanted turkey on Thanksgiving.
“You big on holidays?”
