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“I know. I think I surprised myself. Turn around and let me see whose jersey you’re wearing,” I said, feeling my heart thudding in my chest. This was happening. It was as real as the cast on my leg.

Liv loved me.

Injured me. Bartender me. All of me.

She did a slow twirl with her thumbs pointed to the name on the back. I realized this jersey was different than the one she’d worn to the game in Montreal. A different jersey that she must have had custom made.

Because it didn’t say Le Coeur on the back. It said The Heart.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “That looks right.”

“Come inside before you slip and do even more damage.”

“You’re a brat,” I said, limping through the doorway. “You know that?”

She danced back inside her townhouse. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Take me to your bedroom, woman, and get naked.” Then I had a second thought. “No, wait. Leave the jersey on.”

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Liv

Yes! Finally! Wild Monkey Sex. It had been months.Months. And it wasn’t going to be all that wild, thanks to that cast, but it was going to feel wild because it was going to be us. Together after all this time apart.

There had been nights on that couch at his place when I thought I’d lose my mind if he didn’t touch me. But I was strict about following the doctor’s orders and the first thing Dillon asked after surgery was when he could have sex again.

The answer: when you are cleared for weight-bearing activity.

My body was practically purring.

Naked, he stretched out on my bed, his leg propped up on a bunch of pillows, his arms folded behind his head, showing off his massive biceps, that wide chest and his stomach with all the ripples. He was nothing but muscle and he was nothing but mine.

“Slowly, babe,” he said, while I stripped out of my leggings.

“Much slower,” he said, cupping his dick while I pulled down my panties.

I girl tricked my bra off without removing the jersey.

Naked except for his colors. His name.

“Baby, I think I need you to come sit on my face right now.”

“You sure you can perform injured?” I asked him, a small smile playing on my lips.

He jacked his cock. A drop of cum pooling at the tip. So. Hot.

“My dick is confident in its abilities. Now, Liv.”

I didn’t want to try and coordinate his mouth on my pussy and my mouth on his cock. All while trying to keep the weight away from his leg. That we could save for later. Now, I just wanted him inside me. Deep. Hard. All the way.

I got on the bed and carefully straddled his hips. I pulled his hand away from his dick and locked my fingers together with his. I slipped my wet pussy against his heavy erection, until he pushed through my lips to hit my clit.

I tipped my head back and sighed.

“Give me your mouth, Liv. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you whole. And when I tell you, you’re going to take me inside you and ride me hard.”

I shook my head, some of my hair coming loose around my shoulders. I rocked against his cock, feeling like I could come from this alone.

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