Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
It didn’t matter how many times I told her to stop cleaning up after me, she never listened. Saying some shit about me being a stinky boy from all my football equipment, and my pile of laundry that consisted of sweaty, dirty ass athletic wear.
She was adamant if she was going to be spending her time at my place, it needed to smell nice and fresh.
Her words, not mine.
It was the last semester before I started my senior year of college. Harley was going into her junior year, attending the same university as me. Shiloh and Harley lived together in the dorms. While Trigger lived in his fraternity house with half of the football team and his frat brothers.
The girls wanted to get their own apartment, but Harley’s old man shit a brick. After spending most of her senior year of high school telling him she was moving to Tennessee for college, he finally got it through his thick Jameson skull she was leaving the nest.
Although, it was on his terms.
She had to live in the girls-only dorms, with security guards and a curfew. The first few months were rough, she had to be back in her building before midnight. Until one day, she made friends with one of the housing supervisors. And now, the mother hen couldn’t care less what time Harley stumbled in.
The little shit rigged her phone in the dorm room to call her cell phone instead. Even after two years of living on her own, The Prez still called her every night at exactly midnight to make sure her ass was safe in bed.
When in reality, she spent most of her time at my place. Frequently spending the night in my bed.
In my arms.
With my cock inside of her.
If her old man found out, I was certain he’d put me to ground, lodging a bullet in my dick and then my head.
He still fuckin’ hated me. More so now than ever before. Especially when Harley followed me to Tennessee.
However, she refused to admit that.
I leaned against the wall and watched her dance unannounced. Pulling out my phone from my back pocket, I started recording her like I often did.
Harley was always my favorite content to watch.
She was fuckin’ adorable and all mine.
We didn’t put labels on our relationship, we didn’t have to. We belonged to each other, always had, always would.
Teddy barked, loud and clear, ratting out I was there. She abruptly turned around, finding me with my phone up in the air.
Shaking her head, she smiled. “One of these days I am gonna torture you until you let me see all the videos you have of me on your phone, you creeper.”
I chuckled, making my way over to the couch to take a seat. Prepared for Teddy’s fat ass to jump up right beside me. Happy his daddy was home from practice.
“Or,” I stated, scratching behind his ears. “You could just ask me.”
“Oh ... does that mean you’ll show me?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you come here and find out?”
She beamed, and it lit up her entire face. Sitting on my lap with her legs bent and her arms wrapped my neck, she purred, “So ... Rudolph, what videos do you have of me on your phone?” Kissing my lips.
“I can’t show you when you’re kissing me.”
“Fine,” she whimpered, rubbing her nose against mine.
“You know what, baby girl?”
“Hmm...”
“Guys like me need girls like you to kiss them.”
She smirked. “Now you’re feedin’ me lines. You must have some good shit of me on there.”
“Here.” I handed her my phone. “See for yourself.”
She arched an eyebrow, surprised. “Is this a trick?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“You’re not touchin’ my butthole, Jackson.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it.
“Your willy can barely fit in the hole it’s supposed to go in.”
“That’s ’cuz you have a tiny, tight, little pussy.”
“No, it’s ’cuz you have a big, thick dick.”
I kissed along her neckline, stopping when my lips were above her pulse point. “Is that right?”
“If you keep doing that you’re gonna have to take me to bed, and you still have two more weeks of training before we can do it again.”
“You horny, baby?”
“Duh! We haven’t had sex in over two months. I’m dyin’ here. I hate your coaches. Like for real hate them. Are they not gettin’ laid durin’ trainin’ season too?”
I chuckled. “I need the testosterone, Harley. The focus, the anger, the drive. It’s what makes me play like a champion on the field. And a god in the bedroom. How many times in the last two months have I made you come with my tongue and fingers? Baby girl is still getting her happy endings.”
“It’s not the same. I love it when we have happy endings together.”
“Two more weeks, Gremlin, and I’ll make you come on my cock all night.”