Cocky Striker - Evan Grace Page 0,39
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It was tough on both of us. Ava screamed and cried for me as my mom buckled her in her seat, and I stood on the sidewalk with silent tears running down my face. It was when my dad texted me that they were home and Ava was asleep that I walked over here to Chance’s.
“Yeah, back to the grind. At least neither of us have class until eleven.” He kisses my forehead. “Now how about I feed you, and then we’ll begin round two.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile. Chance kisses me again, this time slowly, opening my mouth with his. Our tongues do our familiar dance. The kiss becomes heated, but I crawl onto him until I’m straddling him.
His hands grip my ass as I rub my pussy against his dick, which is hard again. What is wrong with me? I can’t possibly get wet again already, can I? “Baby grab another condom.”
I lean over to grab one out of his nightstand, and I moan because he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He lets it go with a pop, and I tear open the wrapper and quickly sheath him. Chance grabs his cock by the base. “Come here, baby.”
I position myself over him and then slowly sink down, letting him into my body. He grips my hips and lifts me and slamming me down on his cock. He pushes up and licks one nipple and then the other as I rock on him. I have no clue what I’m doing; I’m doing what feels good.
His dick is magical, and I feel the telltale sign that I’m about to come again. I finally come, and he follows quickly behind me.
Afterward we eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches naked in bed, and I realize that I’m really, really falling for him. Before, I had planned on telling him about Ava’s dad, but now I’m scared that if I do tell him, he’ll look at me differently and maybe he’ll second guess his decision to be with me.
Once we finish, we lay in his bed, watching You on Netflix. It doesn’t take long, with him snuggled behind me before I fall asleep.
***
I step out of my child nutrition class and feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and smile when I see a text from Chance.
Chance: Meet me for lunch?
I quickly type out my reply.
Laken: Sure, our usual spot?
He gives me the thumbs up emoji and the smiley face with hearts for eyes. Am I a dork because it makes me feel giddy inside? Maybe, but I’m so happy right now. It’s been three weeks since Chance and I began sleeping together. Most of the time I stay at his place, but sometimes he sleeps at mine.
Every night when I FaceTime Ava he’s usually there talking to her or listening to her little stories and enjoying himself, I hope. Sometimes I wonder if I should stop them from being close because if we break up I don’t know how that would affect my daughter. However, the joy on their faces when they talk is enough to make me reconsider that negative thought.
Mom and Aubrey have even been talking after Chance’s mom asked for her number. It’s sweet, and I know my mom enjoys their chats.
I make my way across campus and spot my man typing away on his phone. I don’t miss the way every girl in his vicinity is checking him out, and he’s oblivious. He must sense me close because he looks in my direction and smiles.
I’m giddy as I run/walk toward him, smiling like a fool I’m sure. As soon as I reach him, I wrap my arms around Chance’s waist and tilt my head back to accept his kiss.
He kisses me slowly and with lots of tongue, only pulling away when someone yells for us to get a room. I giggle like my daughter does and bury my face in his chest.
“Did you just giggle?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of me.” I playfully slap at his chest.
Chance hugs me tight. “I’m not making fun of you, baby. I think it’s cute.” I pinch his side until he jumps back, laughing. “Now let’s go eat.”
We stop at the sandwich shop, grabbing a turkey, avocado, and swiss for me. Chance gets grilled chicken with lots of fresh veggies. We take our sandwiches out and sit on a bench facing the fountain.
Thanksgiving is in a week, and I’m heading home to