Page 59 of Stroked Hard
I swallow hard and say, “I should get going too.”
She cocks her head to the side, her nipples are—oh fuck, her lips are slightly pouty. If only they were swollen from my kisses; if only her skin was tainted red from my beard running over it all night. Soon enough, it will happen.
“You’re not even going to make me breakfast after letting you stay here last night?” she jokes, and I love how there is no awkwardness between us from last night. You know, since I beat off with her eyes fixed on me, watching my hand with precision, and then blew my load on her floor. Anyone else I’m pretty sure would be tiptoeing around me right now, especially since once again, I have an erection.
“I can make you breakfast, what do you want? I’m really good at pouring cereal.”
She looks down at my erection and then back up at my eyes, her suggestion makes me even harder. What the fuck, did I open the floodgates with her last night? Because she is a different woman.
“Looks like you might have something else to offer up for breakfast.”
“That’s not on the menu.”
“Sure looks like it.” She winks, turns around, giving me an amazing view of her ass and then takes off her shirt, leaving her only in her underwear. Covering her breasts—barely—she turns to me and says, “I’m going to take a shower now. Thanks for the snuggle.”
Then she’s in her bathroom, the shower turned on, leaving me with a hard-as-fuck dick.
Shit.
I can’t stay here. Knowing her, she’ll walk out naked and try to entice me some more. I’m going to do this right with Melony and a quick fuck in the morning before she has to go to work is not going to happen. So, I spring from the bed, make it to the best of my ability, and head over to her kitchen where I find Pop-Tarts in her cabinets.
Holy fuck, this woman was made for me.
She even has strawberry, my favorite. I grab a pack for her and one for me, because fuck, I can’t resist a Pop-Tart, and I put hers on a plate. I also make a cup of coffee with her Kuerig, putting a little creamer I found in her fridge and a dash of sugar, hoping that’s how she takes it.
Finding a piece of paper in her drawer, I write her a note.
Dear Boo Bear,
Although I would have loved to see what you look like all naked and wet out of that shower, I know the temptation to fuck you senseless would be too great, and I have plans for our first fucking. A morning romp isn’t going to do it. So instead, I leave you with your breakfast – yes, I opened the wrapper all on my own – while I take off and make plans for wooing you. Have a great day, baby.
Yours truly,
Mr. Romantic, aka, your future husband.
P.S. I will be jacking off in the shower to your tits later.
P.S.S. I put cream and sugar in your coffee
P.S.S.S. Did I mention your tits are hot?
Pleased, I put everything on her bed, besides the coffee, don’t need that spilling, grab my items from last night, and take off to the apartment complex office, hoping they’re open so I can get into my apartment. Holly won’t be happy if I’m late to practice, which I’m not looking forward to since my muscles are still aching.
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“Tell me what’s going on.” Holly tucks her clipboard in her backpack as well as her whistle and looks up at me for answers.
Can I just say, seeing her with her little pool bag, clipboard, and coaching book makes me so fucking happy? She’s in her element. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this. This is where she belongs.
“What do you mean?” I dry off with a real towel, wrapping it around my shoulders and soaking in the warmth.
“You’re happier than usual.” She studies me and then grimaces. The look on her face says it all. “Ew, don’t tell me you got some last night.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Kind of gross you pointed that out, Holls.”
“Well, it’s the only explanation. You’re usually a happy guy, but when you’re this happy it’s because something is going right in your love life. So did that girl finally give in?”
There is no way in hell I would ever tell my sister about last night, at least the details because saying, “Yeah, Holls, I squeezed Melony’s nipple and then beat my dick off in front of her” would be more than uncomfortable. I don’t foresee her appreciating that kind of information from her brother.
