Page 68 of Hot Shot
“I’m sorry, sweets. I think I need to lie down for a little while and digest first. I’m dying,” I say.
“Me too. Me too.”
She leads the way to her bedroom. I practically throw myself on her bed, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as I do. I should have worn sweatpants because this is painful.
Removing my pants, I let out a sigh of relief. Madison giggles and crawls into bed next to me.
“A short nap and I’ll be good to go,” I mumble, my eyes already closed.
That’s the last thing I remember until I feel Madison shaking my shoulder, whispering in my ear.
“Hunter. Hunter.”
“Hmmmm,” I mumble, half-awake, sleep threatening to pull me back under.
“Hunter, we slept for four hours.”
“And?” Opening one eye, I see Madison sitting up next to me, her dress rumpled from sleep.
“I didn’t want you waking up at like three in the morning and not being able to fall back to sleep.”
“Get back in here.” I roll over and reach for her, determined to tug her back into my side.
“Okay, hot shot.” She laughs and lets me pull her back into my arms. She tucks her head into my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
“But really, what time is it?” I whisper after a few minutes.
“Like, seven.”
“I had all these elaborate plans for tonight.”
“Like what?”
“I wanted to see how many times I could make you come in one night.”
“I mean, you still could. I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
My response is to roll us so I’m lying on my back and she’s lying on top of me.
“How about a shower first? I feel like Thanksgiving dinner is coming out of my pores,” I say.
“That’s because you ate like four plates,” she teases.
“It was good. Your aunt’s a good cook. What are you doing, sweets?” I all but come in my pants as her bare pussy grinds on my growing cock, just the thin layer of my boxers between us.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Her voice is breathy.
“If you keep doing that,” I say, gripping her hips to still her. “We’re really going to have a mess.”
“Come on, let’s go shower. I’m sure there’s plenty of leftovers at the house if you’re still hungry, hot shot.” Madison pats my stomach as she climbs off me.
My dick immediately begs for her pussy to come back but I ignore him. He’s waited this long; he can wait a little longer.
“Hey, I’m a hockey player. My metabolism is fast,” I joke as I follow her into the bathroom.
She shakes her head at me as she reaches into the shower and turns on the water. Before I can say anything else, she’s pulled the dress over her head and stepped under the spray.
I make quick work of my clothes and follow her into the shower. I stand back as she washes her hair. I watch the suds slide down her wet body, all the blood rushing to my dick. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I groan quietly.
