Michael's lips tip up by the corners, and this time he glances back at his woman, exchanging a smile. There is something ominous in the air, and a shiver races up my spine when he returns to smile at me. "It depends on how quickly we are done here," Michael says mysteriously and squares his should
Maddox I hate fighting with Michelle. We don't do it often. Sure we bicker and banter, but I guess it's been less of that lately. These days we hardly talk, both busy with our jobs. Things changed when Michelle became a kindergarten teacher: sex was put on the shelf. Routine disrupted us. We are
Michelle I open the door for Maddox on the first knock and step out of his way. The air is a bit weird since we fought. Also, now that we have drama, I'm paying more attention to him. "Let me just take this off..." he mutters, and for some odd reason, his deep voice awakens something within me.
"Thank you for believing me," I mumble. My nipples are hard, which is annoying since my body is betraying me. I try to calm down and decide to share my experiences to focus on something else. "Do you want to hear something crazy and really creepy?" Maddox turns to face me. "What?" I pass him a ner
Maddox Kissing Michelle is like getting a taste of heaven. Her lips are so soft, and my heart sings a tune of lust and passion. I want her so badly. My sweet, perfect wife. Dark hair and laugh lines when she smiles—she is so seductive. Every instinct tells me to fuck Michelle and make love to h
I'm so pent-up, so damn hard my cock might just fall off. We kiss even when I'm standing up. My hands are on Michelle's soft ass, and with the help of her skilled hands, she takes me inside her wet, slick folds. I groan against her lips, pushing in further. Inch by inch, finding her sweet spot. S
Michelle After my love session with Maddox, I turned into his backpack. I'm the tiny big spoon pressed to his corded back. It's the perfect place to be when I want to appreciate his body. Many hours and days spent at the gym have made him look like this, so I better worship him. Right? Or mayb
I focus on his eyes and his lips. "What is my type?" My type sits right in front of me, but I ask the question anyway. "You like big men, the kind that looks like they can survive in nature," he gestures at Michael, scowling. "That guy is a desk man. A lawyer maybe—not your type." I laugh. "You
"You're doing great," Lynn tells me, and my chest swells when she looks at me with proud eyes. Her hand touches mine, and her lips curl into a sweet, adorable smile. "I know that you will be drafted. You train like an idiot, and football is the only thing on your mind, except for maybe some fishing.
Isaac It's been two months since Lynn and I started dating. Things have been going great. She comes to my football games, gets along with my mom, and I'm just constantly floating on pink clouds. But today, I can't make my stomach stop churning. I'm about to have dinner with Lynn and her parents.
Eventually, I wet my lips. "Can I... Can I hug you?" Isaac breaks out into a smile. "Of course." I don't waste a second. I push away the tray and launch myself at Isaac, who laughs in surprise when I tackle him to his back. I can't help it. I like him so much and immediately squeeze him in a bear
Lynn I don't know what to say when Isaac walks into the room. I know we both like each other now, but what do I tell him? How do I get into that topic? Do I say nothing at all and let him talk? My nerves are all over the place, and so are my thoughts. A shadow moves over me, and then Isaac stands
Lynn I wake up with a terrible headache and groan. "I'm never drinking alcohol ever again!" A snicker comes from above me, and I see Isaac's face when I open my eyes. We are lying in a bed together, and I'm nestled to his side, head resting between his pectoral muscle and muscular arm. "Good mor
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting