Page 71 of Well Played

“You’re doing a great job with your vow never to fuck me again, by the way,” I whispered as I followed her.

We slipped inside the pantry and closed the door. Surrounded by canned food and snacks, Presley dropped to her knees in the darkness.

I couldn’t unzip my pants fast enough as I took out my rock-hard cock. Presley wasted no time taking me all the way down her throat, then bobbed up and down as if sucking my dick was her damn job—one she was extremely good at.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I pushed myself deeper into her mouth, and then pulled out suddenly to stop myself from coming down her throat. That had felt better than ever.

I tugged on her hair, prompting her to stand up before flipping her around. She undid her pants, letting them fall to the ground. Thank fuck I happened to have a single condom in my pocket. You never knew what might happen, so I always carried at least one.

Ripping it open as fast as humanly possible, I sheathed myself before frantically locating her hot opening. I pushed deep inside, trying my hardest not to groan out loud.

Her hands were on the pantry wall as I fucked her from behind. My only regret was that there wasn’t enough light to allow me a clear view of her beautiful ass as I pounded into her.

When she let out a noise that was a little too loud for comfort, I took my hand and covered her mouth as I continued to pump harder.

Speaking into her neck as I thrust, I said, “You like driving me fucking crazy like this, don’t you, Presley?”

She made a muffled sound against my hand.

“I don’t give a fuck what you’re telling yourself, this beautiful cunt is mine. It belongs to me. Do you understand?”

She nodded, letting out another unintelligible sound.

Within seconds, my orgasm rocketed through me and I emptied loads of cum into the condom. I always tried to wait for her to orgasm first, but this one was intense and came on suddenly.

Luckily, as my movements began to slow, I could sense she was rubbing herself off while I was still moving inside of her. Her breathing became rapid as her muscles contracted around my cock.

I stayed inside of her as we both caught our breath.

Eventually, I pulled out, even though I’d been enjoying her warmth and could have easily gone for round two if I’d had another condom handy.

When she turned around to face me, I whispered, “I want a kiss.”

Just as she’d leaned in to comply, I heard rustling in the kitchen.

We froze in unison.

I mouthed silently, “Fuck.”

Looking through the small slats in the pantry door, I realized we were about to be way more fucked than we’d ever imagined.

Alex was in the kitchen. He must have come down for a drink, or worse—a snack.

Please don’t let it be a goddamn snack.Because most of his options were in here.

We couldn’t even react verbally to what was happening, because he might have heard us. All we could do was not move—not even to pull up our damn pants—and pray he came nowhere near this closet. I’d hold the door closed if I had to, with every bit of strength in me. No way in hell was I going to let this kid see me in the closet with his half-naked mother while a fully loaded condom hung off my dick. I’d rather die.

The refrigerator opened. I couldn’t see that clearly, but it sounded like maybe he’d taken a drink out of a carton since I didn’t hear him going to the cabinet for a cup. Then came the sound of the refrigerator closing, followed by footsteps fading away in the distance.

That was the biggest bullet I’d ever dodged in my life.

Presley and I continued to breathe against each other. I pulled her closer and could feel her heartbeat racing. Mine was going even faster.

I placed my forehead against hers. “It’s okay.”

“We have to stop,” she whispered.

Yeah. We will—for tonight.

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