Page 210 of Right Man, Right Time
“Ugh,” I grumble and then pull away, my erection tenting my goddamn sweats. “See what you do to me?”
Her eyes fall to my lap, and I see that hungry look.
“Goddamn you,” she says right before she pushes me back on the bed and then pulls my sweatpants down to release my cock. Looking me in the eyes, she says, “Real quick, and then you give me two hours of unpacking.”
“Whatever you want, baby, just give me that tight cunt.”
She slides her sweats off, showing me that she’s wearing nothing underneath, and then she hovers above my lap and positions my cock at her entrance. In one fell swoop, I’m fully inside her.
“Fuck,” she says while her hands float up to her breasts. “God, I’ll never get over how big you are inside me.”
I grip her hips and encourage her to ride me. Which she does.
She rides me hard.
Her hips undulate over mine, and I sit back, fucking loving every second of this.
From the moment we made up, we’ve tried to spend as much time with each other as possible. She came back to my hotel, thanks to Ryot letting her leave early, and I made love to her for the first time. It was slow, torturous, and we took our time, reacquainting each other until we climaxed at the same time. After that, I fucked her on every surface of that hotel room. And when we were completely spent, we formed a plan.
She didn’t immediately go back to Vancouver because she wanted to spend more time with The Jock Report team and discuss her remote options with Ryot, which wasn’t a problem at all. She felt bad for abandoning them, but Ryot not only encouraged her to return to Vancouver—because he’d prefer his employees are happy—but assisted in getting her work visa expedited. So now, whenever I go to LA for a game, we agreed she’d come with me to catch up with the team.
But now that she’s here, in my home, moved in with all her belongings, I can finally breathe.
I have all the plans to propose to this girl because I know she’s the one, but I also figured we have time. I don’t want to scare her off because we just got back together, but this summer, I have a feeling when we’re in Banff, it’s going to happen.
“Silas, your cock, it’s so good.”
I squeeze her breasts as she continues to ride me, over and over again until I feel her start to tighten up.
“You close, baby?”
Her lips press together as she nods.
So close she can’t even say it.
“Then let me feel you come,” I say, right there with her.
She rides me a few more times, and when her mouth falls open and a silent moan escapes her, I feel her convulse all around my cock, which drives me wild.
I pump up into her a couple of times, and when my balls tighten, I prepare for my orgasm as it rips through me.
I grind out swear words as she falls on top of me, her hair like a curtain around us.
After a few seconds, she asks, “Will this ever get old?”
“No,” I say. “Never.”
I lightly kiss her lips. “I love you, baby.”
She smiles against my mouth. “I love you, too.”
I wrap my arms around her and take a deep breath.
All is right in the world.
The Agitators have had the best start to a season in history.
I’ve been able to forgive Sarah and move past the hurt her actions caused.
