Page 191 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“You ain’t going to cum until you answer me, Baby Girl,” Maddox grunts roughly and stills, which makes Mikayla hiss.

She’s in his face, and I bet Maddox is grinning back at her, knowing he’s in full control of bringing her the pleasure her body is begging for. He holds himself with one hand while the other gets tangled in her red locks, keeping her head perfectly still as he inches forward to whisper against her lips.

“Tell me, Baby Girl. Wouldn’t you want someone to listen in on us? Hmm?”

“Y-You know I would,” she finally mutters, and I can hear the shyness in her voice.

Mishka has a thing with communication and admitting what she wants, but she’s getting better.

This is proof of improvement.

“I know, Sweet Kay,” he groans against her lips and kisses her loudly. “But I love hearing you admit it. Now, who should join us, hmm?”

“J-Join us?” she gasps. “N-No one’s here.”

“True, but what if someone could? Who would join, Baby Girl?” He moves once, thrusting into her harshly, which has her gasping before he smothers her lips with an intense kiss. “Would it be Damien again?”

They did something with Damien.

It had to be this past weekend. All those hickeys on Mikayla’s neck and shoulders that she didn’t hide when we passed by weren’t just from Maddox.

Damien joined in.

They had a threesome…

Maddox thrusts again, making her mew in response.

“Or Ace kissing you senseless like in the nurse’s office?”

Fuck…

Ace had a go, too…

I can barely breathe as I’m beginning to realize what Maddox is doing.

He knows.

He knows I’m here.

Knows I’m listening… watching… waiting to see what he’ll say next.

“Or are you craving our Viper goalie, Baby Girl?” Maddox barely whispers the words before he thrusts into her again.

“Fuck, yes,” she responds.

Goosebumps run down my arms as I squeeze my cock in hopes I’ll wake the fuck up from this apparent dream.

“Our girl craves Wolfgang, hmmm?” Maddox growls against her neck. “You want his cock deep inside you, don’t you?”

She doesn’t reply immediately, which leaves me holding my breath until I see stars.

“I… do,” she croaks. “He’s not… here, though.”

There’s this moment of silence that’s deafening to me.

I know this is my chance.

To have some balls and walk in there and take what I wanted the moment I saw Mishka at the club, kissing Maddox in the midst of all those dancers.

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