Page 89 of Stroked Hard
“Uh, pardon me, devil woman, you seem to have left something behind.” I point down at my dick.
“I don’t believe I have.” She rinses her plate off and sticks it in the dishwasher. When she’s finished, she looks over the half wall that separates her kitchen and dining area, resting her head in her hands. “So your practices, you just dive constantly?”
“You’re really changing the subject, when my dick is practically winking at you, trying to grab your pussy’s attention?”
The smile that crosses over her beautiful face is nefarious. “I am. I would rather hear about your practice.”
“Come sit on my cock, and I will tell you all you want to hear.” I back my chair up and pat my lap, nodding my head in my direction, trying to entice her.
“Nice try.” Standing up, she rounds the corner of the kitchen and plays with the hem of her shirt, occasionally flashing me her fucking vagina as if it’s nothing. “And here I wanted to take a shower but now I’m going to have to research what divers do.”
Standing up like a bullet out of a gun, I close the distance between us and glide my hands up her thighs, under her shirt and to the swell of her hips. My erection presses against her as I look down at this little seductress. Moving my hands, I caress her soft skin, roaming around her ass and up her shirt. Her eyes glaze over and she uses my shoulders as support.
“Have shower sex with me and I’ll take you to my practice.” God, anything right about now to get inside this woman again.
“Really?”
“Really. Deal?”
Peeling her shirt off, she guides my hands up to her breasts and forces them to squeeze her. No fucking problem there.
“It’s a deal, Big Daddy,” she says on a laugh.
“Oh fuck, yes. Hot Sex and Big Daddy are about to bang in the shower.”
I chase her down the hallway as she giggles and says, “No commentary. It’s weird.”
“So announcing that penis is entering vagina inccuring coitus isn’t recommended?”
“God, no.”
“Damn. I love announcing during coitus.”
“Don’t say coitus!” She laughs.
Fuck, that sound is addicting. It took months. So many long, patient, extremely horny months, but is worth the wait.Sheis worth the wait. And now she’s letting me in. Thank fucking heaven.
***
What the hell was I thinking, inviting Melony to my practice? And why the hell did she say she would come? This was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea.
“Hey, asshole, are you paying attention?” Holly asks while pointing at her clipboard.
I glance down at my watch and see I have five minutes before Melony is supposed to arrive. Five minutes to convince Holly to get the hell out of here.
When I first invited Melony, I didn’t think of her meeting Holly, the thought never even crossed my mind. I thought it would be fun to show her what I do for dryland training. And then I remembered who my coach is.
My sister.
The sister whose career I destroyed.
The sister who is now in a wheelchair for the rest of her life because I looked at a text message while driving.
A text message about forgotten goggles.
Fuck!
Call me a pussy, but I can’t have Melony meet Holly yet. I don’t want her to ask questions. I don’t want her to know that side of me. I’m trying to win her over, not drive her away. One mention of how I destroyed my sister’s life and Melony will hightail it away from me, no doubt in my mind.
