Addy or him threatening to end my football career that I’ve worked my ass off for. For some reason, him warning me to keep my hands off her only makes me want to put them on her even more. She’s gotten hotter every day this week. After the three nights in a row we’ve come home after dinner, I’ve been dying to drag her to my bed and fuck the smartass out of her. Hell, I want her to take all that feistiness out on me while we’re both naked. But now…
Walking into the house I slam the front door, needing some place to channel my anger.
“Jeez, Jake. You scared the shit out of me. Why are you slamming doors?” Addy asks when she steps out of the kitchen. And Goddamn it, she’s sexy as fuck. In a tiny ass white dress and white heels, I’m momentarily stunned, wondering if she’s wearing white panties, or any panties for that matter since the damn dress is practically see-through. Not that I can find out now. Stupid asshole lawyer!
“Because it’s my fucking house,” I mutter, heading to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Fine, be a jerk,” she grumbles from the doorway. “Are you hungry? Is that why you're grumpy? Where are we going for dinner?”
Yes, I am hungry, but I don’t want to go out. Not if I can't touch her.
“We’re not going out, and what’s with all the goddamn questions like I’m on trial?”
“Um, I’m not sure why you’re pissed, but you need to stop redirecting your anger at me.”
“Oh, for the love of God. Enough with the psychobabble bullshit! Could you just not run your fucking know-it-all-mouth for like five minutes?”
“Fuck you,” she snaps before taking off down the hall.
Damn, finally a moment of silence, even if I hate having her pissed at me. And holy fuck, I hope she changes out of that dress before my balls explode. I take my beer into the living room, and have just sat down with the remote in my hand when she shrieks.
“Seriously, Jake- ass ! It only take two seconds to change the fucking toilet paper roll. Two ! Or do you think that you’re so damn special that you’re above such menial tasks? Common freaking courtesy! Don’t you have your own damn bathroom?!? Why were you using mine?”
I close my eyes when my head feels like it’s going to explode. A minute later she’s storming into the living room and falling backwards with a huff on the couch. Which causes her short ass dress to ride up and my cock to swell. Bitch .
“If it’s so damn easy to change the roll, then why all the bitching?” I ask.
“You’re such a jerk,” she grumbles right as the doorbell rings.
Who the fuck? Since Addy doesn’t make a move to get it, I haul my tired ass out of the chair and go jerk the door open. I’m surprised to see Zack standing on the stoop, but at the same time I’m hoping he might want to hit up a bar and get drunk.
"What's up?" I finally say in greeting.
"Not a damn thing. You busy?" Zack asks looking over my shoulder into the house. Dammit. Addy’s gonna probably lose her shit meeting him, just like every other woman.
"Fuck no,” I respond then yell loud enough for her to hear me, “Unless you consider getting yelled out by a batshit crazy cunt about changing the roll of toilet paper busy.”
"I heard that, you asshole!" her raised voice carries.
Here goes nothing. I hold the door open for him. "Come in and meet the bitch. She's so fucking sweet it hurts." I don’t want Zack to encourage her, and I want him to think she's nuts so that he'll stay away from her.
I follow him into the living room where he stops short when he sees Addy. He’s probably thinking the same thing I did. She doesn’t look anything like you’d imagine Satan’s daughter.
"Holy shit!" Addy exclaims, quickly scrambling to her feet while practically drooling. "You didn't tell me Zack Bradford was coming over, honey . I would've put on something nice."
"Oh, baby, the only thing nicer than what you're wearing right now would be nothing at all," Zack tells her,
Walking into the house I slam the front door, needing some place to channel my anger.
“Jeez, Jake. You scared the shit out of me. Why are you slamming doors?” Addy asks when she steps out of the kitchen. And Goddamn it, she’s sexy as fuck. In a tiny ass white dress and white heels, I’m momentarily stunned, wondering if she’s wearing white panties, or any panties for that matter since the damn dress is practically see-through. Not that I can find out now. Stupid asshole lawyer!
“Because it’s my fucking house,” I mutter, heading to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Fine, be a jerk,” she grumbles from the doorway. “Are you hungry? Is that why you're grumpy? Where are we going for dinner?”
Yes, I am hungry, but I don’t want to go out. Not if I can't touch her.
“We’re not going out, and what’s with all the goddamn questions like I’m on trial?”
“Um, I’m not sure why you’re pissed, but you need to stop redirecting your anger at me.”
“Oh, for the love of God. Enough with the psychobabble bullshit! Could you just not run your fucking know-it-all-mouth for like five minutes?”
“Fuck you,” she snaps before taking off down the hall.
Damn, finally a moment of silence, even if I hate having her pissed at me. And holy fuck, I hope she changes out of that dress before my balls explode. I take my beer into the living room, and have just sat down with the remote in my hand when she shrieks.
“Seriously, Jake- ass ! It only take two seconds to change the fucking toilet paper roll. Two ! Or do you think that you’re so damn special that you’re above such menial tasks? Common freaking courtesy! Don’t you have your own damn bathroom?!? Why were you using mine?”
I close my eyes when my head feels like it’s going to explode. A minute later she’s storming into the living room and falling backwards with a huff on the couch. Which causes her short ass dress to ride up and my cock to swell. Bitch .
“If it’s so damn easy to change the roll, then why all the bitching?” I ask.
“You’re such a jerk,” she grumbles right as the doorbell rings.
Who the fuck? Since Addy doesn’t make a move to get it, I haul my tired ass out of the chair and go jerk the door open. I’m surprised to see Zack standing on the stoop, but at the same time I’m hoping he might want to hit up a bar and get drunk.
"What's up?" I finally say in greeting.
"Not a damn thing. You busy?" Zack asks looking over my shoulder into the house. Dammit. Addy’s gonna probably lose her shit meeting him, just like every other woman.
"Fuck no,” I respond then yell loud enough for her to hear me, “Unless you consider getting yelled out by a batshit crazy cunt about changing the roll of toilet paper busy.”
"I heard that, you asshole!" her raised voice carries.
Here goes nothing. I hold the door open for him. "Come in and meet the bitch. She's so fucking sweet it hurts." I don’t want Zack to encourage her, and I want him to think she's nuts so that he'll stay away from her.
I follow him into the living room where he stops short when he sees Addy. He’s probably thinking the same thing I did. She doesn’t look anything like you’d imagine Satan’s daughter.
"Holy shit!" Addy exclaims, quickly scrambling to her feet while practically drooling. "You didn't tell me Zack Bradford was coming over, honey . I would've put on something nice."
"Oh, baby, the only thing nicer than what you're wearing right now would be nothing at all," Zack tells her,
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