I laugh. She keeps teasing me about how I don’t want to have sex the day before or the day of a game. It’s not that I don’t want her. It’s killing me not to have her. But I need all the testosterone I can get.
I turn my head to her and kiss her softly on the lips. “When it’s all over, I won’t waste a minute getting you right back in this bed.”
She kisses me again, this time deeper, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
It drives me insane.
I kiss her back, feeling my mind go blank and my cock harden.
“Okay,” I say, drawing back. “Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world to have sex before a game.”
Melissa smiles and meets my lips again. I flip onto her, pushing her back to the mattress.
No matter what happens today, I’ll have this moment.
Just me and her and our whole life ahead of us.
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