Jordie was going to be okay.
“You make me so fucking hot when you score,” Kacey gasped as Jordie pushed her into the door, his hands sliding down her hips, holding her tightly as his mouth moved along her neck, her breasts. Lifting her shirt up and over her head, he kissed down her ribs, her belly button, as he slid her leggings and panties down her legs.
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he muttered against her wanton center, his breath hot against her lips. Arching up, his mouth teased her as he whispered, “I fucking love your pussy.”
She almost came undone, but soon his mouth was devouring her. Crying out, she threaded her fingers through his hair as he buried his face between her legs, her knees buckling, her heart coming out of her chest as she hollered out anything that came to mind.
Which was only his name.
Leaning against the door, her eyes shut as she held on to him, her body tightening as he found her clit, sucking it between his teeth, biting softly. Screaming, she thrashed beneath his mouth as he sucked it between his lips and then flicked the tip of his tongue against it so damn fast, her body clenched up and she came undone, her cries of ecstasy causing Gretzky to whimper behind their closed door. She sorta felt bad, but only for a second before Jordie was running his tongue along her dripping wet center.
“Fuck, you sound so good screaming my name,” he said against her pussy, kissing it softly before kissing her hips.
If she weren’t still reeling from her intense orgasm, she would have swooned at the way he kissed her belly, lingering for a moment before kissing her breasts and lifting her leg. Holding her leg, he directed his cock into her before filling her to the hilt. Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes tightly, her body squeezing his. His breath was rough against her cheek as he pulled out and then back in, the motion so perfectly amazing that she could feel another orgasm building. His hands bit into her hips as his teeth sank into her neck, his cock so deep inside of her she never wanted him to stop.
He felt so damn good. So right, and as she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his eyes were so full of love and lust, her throat tightened with emotion. This was her man, her everything, and it still felt like a dream. Cupping his face, she leaned her forehead against his as his body slammed into hers, knocking the door into the wall, taking every breath she had.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as her eyes drifted shut, the feeling of him so overwhelming that her body began to tense up again.
Holding on to him for dear life, she came, her body clenching his so hard, he paused, his hands gripping her side.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he groaned and then he pulled her from the door, bending her over and fucking her hard from behind. Her body hung boneless as he slammed into her, the sound filling the bedroom and probably scaring Gretzky since he was howling from behind the door. But Kacey couldn’t worry about him, her boyfriend was pounding her and it was fucking amazing. As he bit into her back, he groaned hard, his body jerking into hers, filling her, as she milked him of everything he had. Pressing his chest to her back, his heart slammed against his chest, hers doing the same in her body as they both caught their breath.
Sitting up, he brought her with him, kissing her jaw as she gasped for breath.
“He shoots, he scores, twice in one night,” she teased and he grinned, cupping her face.
“This was my favorite goal,” he said, kissing her nose as he pulled out of her. Leaning over, he kissed her jaw again and then smacked her ass. “I think you wore me out.”
“I wore you out?” she laughed as he kissed her again before stumbling to the bed.
“Yes, I’m dead tired,” he said, falling onto the bed, his white ass in the air for all the world to see.
“Well, get up and go shower. You aren’t sleeping in my bed with sex all over you,” she said, smacking his ass hard. He hollered out as she giggled, running to the bathroom so he couldn’t get her ass. But when he didn’t follow her, she popped her head out to see that he was still lying in bed, his eyes closed. “Jordie! Come shower.”
“I’m coming,” he murmured, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t.
Rolling her eyes, she sat down to use the bathroom, her body still vibrating from their lovemaking. He was honestly the best lover she had ever had, and the thought that she would get to sleep with him for the rest of her life made her giddy.
Oh, the hearts that must be breaking, she thought as she giggled before she reached for toilet paper to wipe. Smiling to herself, she hollered out, “Jordie, seriously.”
“I’m coming,” he moaned again and she smiled.
But just as soon as the grin had come, it was gone as she held the toilet paper up. Something had caught her attention.
That something was bright red blood.
Panic.
That’s all Kacey felt.
Her stomach dropped. Her chest heaved and vomit rushed up her throat as she wiped again to see more bright red blood.
No. No. Fucking no!
“Jordie!” she yelled, tears spilling over her cheeks as her chest seized and she swallowed hard, not allowing the vomit to surface.
This wasn’t real.
This wasn’t happening.
There was no way.
No, this baby was supposed to make it!
“Baby, I promise, I’m coming.”
“No, Jordie, I need you now!” she yelled, and something in her voice must have told him she wasn’t playing because he was in the bathroom within seconds. When he looked at what she was holding, his eyes met hers and she could see the panic in his eyes. It mirrored hers. Silence stretched between them as he looked from the blood to her face then back, unsure of what to do, she figured.
“You make me so fucking hot when you score,” Kacey gasped as Jordie pushed her into the door, his hands sliding down her hips, holding her tightly as his mouth moved along her neck, her breasts. Lifting her shirt up and over her head, he kissed down her ribs, her belly button, as he slid her leggings and panties down her legs.
“Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he muttered against her wanton center, his breath hot against her lips. Arching up, his mouth teased her as he whispered, “I fucking love your pussy.”
She almost came undone, but soon his mouth was devouring her. Crying out, she threaded her fingers through his hair as he buried his face between her legs, her knees buckling, her heart coming out of her chest as she hollered out anything that came to mind.
Which was only his name.
Leaning against the door, her eyes shut as she held on to him, her body tightening as he found her clit, sucking it between his teeth, biting softly. Screaming, she thrashed beneath his mouth as he sucked it between his lips and then flicked the tip of his tongue against it so damn fast, her body clenched up and she came undone, her cries of ecstasy causing Gretzky to whimper behind their closed door. She sorta felt bad, but only for a second before Jordie was running his tongue along her dripping wet center.
“Fuck, you sound so good screaming my name,” he said against her pussy, kissing it softly before kissing her hips.
If she weren’t still reeling from her intense orgasm, she would have swooned at the way he kissed her belly, lingering for a moment before kissing her breasts and lifting her leg. Holding her leg, he directed his cock into her before filling her to the hilt. Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes tightly, her body squeezing his. His breath was rough against her cheek as he pulled out and then back in, the motion so perfectly amazing that she could feel another orgasm building. His hands bit into her hips as his teeth sank into her neck, his cock so deep inside of her she never wanted him to stop.
He felt so damn good. So right, and as she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his eyes were so full of love and lust, her throat tightened with emotion. This was her man, her everything, and it still felt like a dream. Cupping his face, she leaned her forehead against his as his body slammed into hers, knocking the door into the wall, taking every breath she had.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as her eyes drifted shut, the feeling of him so overwhelming that her body began to tense up again.
Holding on to him for dear life, she came, her body clenching his so hard, he paused, his hands gripping her side.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he groaned and then he pulled her from the door, bending her over and fucking her hard from behind. Her body hung boneless as he slammed into her, the sound filling the bedroom and probably scaring Gretzky since he was howling from behind the door. But Kacey couldn’t worry about him, her boyfriend was pounding her and it was fucking amazing. As he bit into her back, he groaned hard, his body jerking into hers, filling her, as she milked him of everything he had. Pressing his chest to her back, his heart slammed against his chest, hers doing the same in her body as they both caught their breath.
Sitting up, he brought her with him, kissing her jaw as she gasped for breath.
“He shoots, he scores, twice in one night,” she teased and he grinned, cupping her face.
“This was my favorite goal,” he said, kissing her nose as he pulled out of her. Leaning over, he kissed her jaw again and then smacked her ass. “I think you wore me out.”
“I wore you out?” she laughed as he kissed her again before stumbling to the bed.
“Yes, I’m dead tired,” he said, falling onto the bed, his white ass in the air for all the world to see.
“Well, get up and go shower. You aren’t sleeping in my bed with sex all over you,” she said, smacking his ass hard. He hollered out as she giggled, running to the bathroom so he couldn’t get her ass. But when he didn’t follow her, she popped her head out to see that he was still lying in bed, his eyes closed. “Jordie! Come shower.”
“I’m coming,” he murmured, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t.
Rolling her eyes, she sat down to use the bathroom, her body still vibrating from their lovemaking. He was honestly the best lover she had ever had, and the thought that she would get to sleep with him for the rest of her life made her giddy.
Oh, the hearts that must be breaking, she thought as she giggled before she reached for toilet paper to wipe. Smiling to herself, she hollered out, “Jordie, seriously.”
“I’m coming,” he moaned again and she smiled.
But just as soon as the grin had come, it was gone as she held the toilet paper up. Something had caught her attention.
That something was bright red blood.
Panic.
That’s all Kacey felt.
Her stomach dropped. Her chest heaved and vomit rushed up her throat as she wiped again to see more bright red blood.
No. No. Fucking no!
“Jordie!” she yelled, tears spilling over her cheeks as her chest seized and she swallowed hard, not allowing the vomit to surface.
This wasn’t real.
This wasn’t happening.
There was no way.
No, this baby was supposed to make it!
“Baby, I promise, I’m coming.”
“No, Jordie, I need you now!” she yelled, and something in her voice must have told him she wasn’t playing because he was in the bathroom within seconds. When he looked at what she was holding, his eyes met hers and she could see the panic in his eyes. It mirrored hers. Silence stretched between them as he looked from the blood to her face then back, unsure of what to do, she figured.
