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
Addison I open my eyes to the sound of the kitchen drawers opening, and Jason stirs beside me. Since I became pregnant with our third child, I've had to learn to sleep with him cuddling me. A smile curls my lips. My husband's large paw is resting on my stomach, and when children's laughter fill
I let my hand skim over his large, muscular, tattooed arm. Not in a sexy way, but one letting him know that I'm here. I then take my time stroking his chest, the light smattering of dark hair there, and then I lean in, and our sad breaths mix with each other. Tears stream down Jason's face, and I
Addison I've been feeling weird all morning. Jason took the kids and left to prepare for his nana's funeral. I'm staying behind since I'm close to giving birth to our daughter, Penelope. The baby, however, is coming much sooner than we thought. I've been cramping all morning, and less than a
Right then, the door opens, and Jason storms inside. He looks between Lionel and me, and I roll my eyes. "Before you say anything: no, I didn't cheat on you—" I freeze when Jason grabs Lionel's cheeks and kisses Lionel hard on the lips. Smack, and it's over. Quick and precise, and so random that I'
"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