Page 262 of Wrong Pucking Player

“So,” he brushes his lips against mine. “I can’t wait for my parents to meet you.” Then he kisses me, long and hard.

“You really see me staying in your life,” I whisper against his lips when we’re catching our breath.

“You’re not planning on leaving it, are you?” he counters with a playful grin while he keeps rubbing his cock against me.

“N-No,” I stutter, annoyed with his look. “You and that smug look is going to get you sleeping on the couch.”

He laughs and kisses me.

“Is it?”

“Ugh. Go away.”

“Now, now, don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are. That’s why your face is as red as a tomato and you’re doing anything to push me away.”

“Shut up!”

“I love you.”

I blink a few times as my eyes widen like saucers at his bold declaration.

“Wh-What,” I barely get the word out. “What did you just say?”

“I love you.” He says it as boldly as he said it the first time, his eyes softening while admiring how his confession tugs at every heartstring within me. “I want to say that before I enjoy you.”

“Oscar.” I haven’t smiled so wide in a while. “I love you, too.”

With one last kiss, he inches into me, and the two of us groan, enjoying just how his thick veiny shaft fills me up. He stops when it feels too much for me, his length feeling like one of my monster cock dildos.

“Fuck. You’re huge,” I grunt. “Bigger than my monster dildo.”

“Was that the dark blue one?” he inquires.

“Ugh. I forgot you saw those,” I whine. “Yes.”

“I’m glad my real cock can overtake the pleasure throne of your monster cock vibrator.”

“You sound jealous,” I tease.

“I am.” He doesn’t hide it. “I want to be the first one you think of when you’re horny, Sweet Kitten.”

“And if you’re not nearby?”

“Like I said before.” Kissing the nape of my neck, he drags his tongue along the side of my neck until he can whisper in my ear. “I’m a FaceTime call away, Andrews.”

“God. We have to do that again,” I moan and take the chance to kiss the side of his neck. “Wyatt listened in on the whole thing.”

“Figures,” Oscar grunts and growls lowly when I suck his neck. “You ready to move, Kitten?”

“So ready,” I breathe with tingling excitement.

When he begins to thrust into me, I can only focus on gripping his shoulders and holding on because the overpowering waves of pleasure is magnificent.

To my surprise, he keeps to his word.

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