Chapter Forty-Seven
MAVERICK
Madison pushed at my shoulders as I sat on the edge of the bed.
She gently straddled me, driving her hips down, grinding, backward and forward again.
“This is what you want to do?” I asked.
“It’s what I’m doing,” Madison purred. “I’m in the mood.”
“I have to leave.”
“What’s more important, Mav? All those fans wanting to watch you stop a little rubber puck from getting into a big net.Or my pussy?”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “You talk like that right now?”
“That’s right,” Madison said.
“It’s my first game back since you got me suspended.”
Madison jumped up and off me.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward me again.
I started to laugh.
“I don’t think that’s funny at all,” she said. “That was a stupid comment.”
“I’m joking, sweetie,” I said.
“Yeah, well, I’m not,” she said. “I’m in the mood.”
“Good. I’ll see you later, right?”
“You’re really going to ditch me?”
I stood up and kissed her forehead. “I love you when you’re like this. I think you like my cock too much.”
“That’s impossible,” she said. “I love it more and more each day. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”
“Even more than taking pictures?”
“Maybe,” she said. “Too bad I can’t take pictures of your cock.”
“I’m sure you could.”
“I could make money off that, right?”
“I’m not sure what the market is for pictures of a goalie’s cock,” I said. “Plus, you’d get jealous if someone else looked.”
I kissed her forehead again.
“That’s very true,” Madison said. “That’s my cock. Only mine. I don’t even like you showering with your teammates.”
“Worried about Lay looking at me?”
Madison snorted. “Did he really get histhingpierced?”