Page 31 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Why did I believe I’d find someone else to fill such a role?

“So, what if it’s a few guys we did know?”

He’s testing me to see what I’d actually be okay with.

Why, though? All of this would remain foreplay fantasy.

I guess it didn’t hurt to be truthful in the bedroom since it wouldn’t become reality, anyway.

“Our crew?” I dare admit. “Not all of them.”

“Not all of them,” he agrees, and I can see the hint of jealousy tousling in his darkened eyes. I bet I could figure out who he’d be okay with.

“Wolfgang, for sure,” I purr and watch the way his eyes further darken at the man’s name.

My Maddox had a soft spot for the overpowering Russian.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He ponders but doesn’t let me respond because he’s sliding his tongue between my wet folds.

“Fuck,” I curse, and my whole body shivers when he doesn’t let a second go by before he slides right in there. “Daddy, play nice.”

I’m so sensitive down there and not expecting the rough play when his tongue savagely thrusts into me. I’ll cum far too fast at the pace he’s going, matched with how he grips and further spreads my legs so he can get right in there. Nice and deep while he sucks, thrusts, and licks me up with everything he’s got.

“Daddy,” I moan while watching him. I want to put my hands through his black locks and still his head, so I grind his fucking mouth, but I don’t think I need to do all that.

I’m cumming in a matter of seconds.

“Daddy!” I cry out as my orgasm rides through me.

I haven’t come like that in eons. So fast and electrifying, I’m only excited for more.

“I’ve missed hearing you scream like that,” he admits as he laps me up and leans back to admire his good work. His tongue licks his creamy lips—my cum all over them. The way he wipes them clean is like watching him lick the frosting off his favorite cupcake.

“Think you’ll be saying that when the night is over?” I dare to challenge.

“When I’m done with you, baby girl,”—he grins as he sits back on his knees—“you’ll be praying you still have a voice to use tomorrow morning.”

The man knows how to make a girl giddy as hell for sexual action.

“Wonder how tight my baby is?” he ponders to himself before he plops his index finger into his mouth.

Then his middle finger.

I’m shuddering at the sight while trying not to wiggle impatiently.

“Stretch me out, Daddy,” I plead with him, and I know he will.

He’ll have to if I have a chance of taking his massive shiny cock.

With a seductive smirk that promises so much pleasure, he slides those appointed fingers into my pussy without hesitation.

My moan is loud as I let my head fall back. I grip the sheets as I feel those naughty fingers spreading me out like open scissors, open and close, before he slides them in and out a few times.

“I should work my baby up.” He’s hyping himself up, ready to put in the work. “Spread those legs further out, baby.”

I do what he commands, but it’s not enough, and he stills his thrusting fingers.

“Daddy,” I whine, my pussy pulsing around his fingers so greedily. I want to cum already, and he hasn’t even taken me on the rollercoaster ride he’s plotting in his mastermind.

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