Page 29 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Shiny, huh?” He’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Shiny,” I emphasize and slowly lick my bottom lip.

He trails every movement before those eyes of hunger are boring into mine.

“Yet?” he persists.

“I’d be jealous if you get to suck more cock than me,” I confess and give him doll eyes. “You can’t be greedy without me. That’s just not fair.”

“Damn, baby.” Our lips collide before either of us can get another word out.

I’m risking things by talking about forbidden outlooks like polygamy, but I always felt like Maddox wasn’t the type to judge another for being ‘open’ in a relationship. I was pretty certain he’d be willing to go through it if the world wasn’t so cruel.

Bringing up the idea was out of honesty and not planned, but I always wondered if he’d ever be up for it.

To bring a third individual into our relationship?

I had to remind myself that ‘this’ was just a fling, a moment to enjoy each other after years of separation.

Nothing more.

“You know I’m right,” I breathe when neither of us can kiss without a gasp of air.

We’re panting and staring at one another before he gives me a peck on my lips and moves off the bed.

He’s walking away.

My heart skips, and my mind is already regretting pushing the idea that Maddox could woo all the girls and boys in the fire department, but I realize he’s pulling up the ladder and shutting the opening until it’s locked in place.

No interruptions.

By the time he returns to the bed, my gaze is glued to my beast. He tugs off his shirt, stripping at the perfect pace, knowing well I won’t look anywhere else but him.

His eyes tell me all while his lips further taunt me with that sinful smile of his.

I’ve forgotten just how mesmerizing Maddox O’Riley Wilson’s topless figure is. How artistically sculpted his muscles are. From his pecs to his generously firm six-pack that I swear is becoming an eight-pack, with those tiny definition lines that dip into his dress pants. I’m salivating at those V dips and how it leads to what I’ve missed the most about Maddox.

His beautiful, shiny cock.

Never did I believe cocks could be beautiful until I met Maddox.

There was another special reason for my attractive rating, and he was going to show me what I’d been searching for.

What I’ve yearned for ever since we broke up.

“That bubbling excitement in your eyes is dangerous, baby,” he acknowledges while he’s checking me out.

My dress has all but ridden up past my hips, my hair is surely a mess of red locks, and I bet my eyes show just how desperate I am for this man’s cock.

You don’t understand what it’s like to enjoy an experienced cock until you’ve gone years without meeting one man who knew how to fuck you like you weren’t their first.

Nothing wrong with inexperience, but be upfront about it.

I wasn’t looking for a boy who wasn’t sure which hole his weiner slid into. I was searching for a man who knew how to fuck you so hard, you’d see stars, fight for breath, and speak a whole new language of gibberish by the time he’s done with you.

“You like to see me starve, Daddy,” I purposely pout and let my hand run through my hair, so it moves out of my face.

“You’re starving?” He’s intrigued. “Thought my girl can reel in anyone she desires.”

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