making her face flush and red lips part on a gasp.
Fucking great. Of course he’d have to hit on her. Like having all the women in the world fall to their knees for him isn’t enough. But Addy’s not like all the rest. She’s a classy woman that doesn’t go around fucking asshole football players just because they’re famous. This I know for a fact, so he can have at it.
"Good fucking luck," I snort when I slouch back down into my chair and start flipping through channels as a distraction. “She’s colder than ice, man.” I try to warn him away. “And quit the act, bitch. He knows you're paid to be here."
I can practically feel her hatred burning through the back of my head.
"Addison, right?" Zack asks.
"Sure am. It's really nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan," she says, making me scoff and roll my eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, too. Really nice," Zack says, sounding way too fucking flirty for my liking. He’s gonna be pissed when she actually shoots him down for probably the first time in his life.
"Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?" Addy asks, and is it just me or does her voice suddenly sound…sultrier?
"Rum and coke?" Zack ask.
"Coming right up," she says, and that definitely sounded more breathy before I hear them walk into the kitchen.
I can’t make out their conversation, but I’m sure Zack’s putting his best moves on Addy. She'll likely be star struck and flattered, but ultimately she'll decline. I’ll never hear the end of it.
I turn the volume down on the TV when I notice how quiet it is. Nothing. Not a sound. Time to go investigate.
There’s an empty glass on the kitchen counter but neither Addy nor Zack are around. No, no, no. I walk down the hall and don’t hear any talking. Wait, was that a whimper?
“ Ah, Zack !”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
It feels like a fist nailing me in the gut when I get to the door and see them. Addy’s on her back, dress hiked up to her waist, thighs spread around Zack's shoulders while he eats her pussy like a starving man.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim in shock, but Zack barely acknowledges my presence with an over the shoulder glance before he lifts her hips and goes back to tongue fucking her.
And Addy...God she’s so damn gorgeous, and the sounds she’s making as she grabs handfuls of the comforter are the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. Then she’s looking over at me still standing in the doorway. Her amber eyes are clouded with lust, and her lips part as she gasps and moans. Seeing another man pleasure her is almost enough to bring me to my knees. My throat suddenly tightens, and the lack of oxygen makes me sway on my feet. I grab onto the dresser to keep myself upright.
I’ve seen Zack fuck lots of women, and fucked plenty with him, which is how I ended up with a fake girlfriend. Of course I’ve been jealous of him before, what man isn’t? But right now, in this moment, even if he is my best friend, I have the insane urge to beat his ass into the ground for touching her. For putting his fucking mouth on her. For making her no better than all the other sluts he’s fucked. I thought Addy was different. That she was classy, with morals and shit. Apparently not when it comes to letting Zack Bradford get between her thighs.
I hold Addy’s gaze until her eyes close with her cries that become more frequent. Arching her back off the mattress, her entire body trembles with her release.
Zack flops his ass down on the bed beside her when she finishes convulsing, and I want to knock the smug look right of his face. He’s watching me with a furrowed brow like he’s trying to figure out my reaction. Usually I’d join him or at least encourage him, not stand frozen in jealousy as I watch him pleasure a woman with barely contained rage. Oh but now that he’s out of the way, Addy’s pussy is completely exposed and glistening, making me want to kill someone for a
Fucking great. Of course he’d have to hit on her. Like having all the women in the world fall to their knees for him isn’t enough. But Addy’s not like all the rest. She’s a classy woman that doesn’t go around fucking asshole football players just because they’re famous. This I know for a fact, so he can have at it.
"Good fucking luck," I snort when I slouch back down into my chair and start flipping through channels as a distraction. “She’s colder than ice, man.” I try to warn him away. “And quit the act, bitch. He knows you're paid to be here."
I can practically feel her hatred burning through the back of my head.
"Addison, right?" Zack asks.
"Sure am. It's really nice to meet you. I'm a huge fan," she says, making me scoff and roll my eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, too. Really nice," Zack says, sounding way too fucking flirty for my liking. He’s gonna be pissed when she actually shoots him down for probably the first time in his life.
"Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?" Addy asks, and is it just me or does her voice suddenly sound…sultrier?
"Rum and coke?" Zack ask.
"Coming right up," she says, and that definitely sounded more breathy before I hear them walk into the kitchen.
I can’t make out their conversation, but I’m sure Zack’s putting his best moves on Addy. She'll likely be star struck and flattered, but ultimately she'll decline. I’ll never hear the end of it.
I turn the volume down on the TV when I notice how quiet it is. Nothing. Not a sound. Time to go investigate.
There’s an empty glass on the kitchen counter but neither Addy nor Zack are around. No, no, no. I walk down the hall and don’t hear any talking. Wait, was that a whimper?
“ Ah, Zack !”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
It feels like a fist nailing me in the gut when I get to the door and see them. Addy’s on her back, dress hiked up to her waist, thighs spread around Zack's shoulders while he eats her pussy like a starving man.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim in shock, but Zack barely acknowledges my presence with an over the shoulder glance before he lifts her hips and goes back to tongue fucking her.
And Addy...God she’s so damn gorgeous, and the sounds she’s making as she grabs handfuls of the comforter are the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. Then she’s looking over at me still standing in the doorway. Her amber eyes are clouded with lust, and her lips part as she gasps and moans. Seeing another man pleasure her is almost enough to bring me to my knees. My throat suddenly tightens, and the lack of oxygen makes me sway on my feet. I grab onto the dresser to keep myself upright.
I’ve seen Zack fuck lots of women, and fucked plenty with him, which is how I ended up with a fake girlfriend. Of course I’ve been jealous of him before, what man isn’t? But right now, in this moment, even if he is my best friend, I have the insane urge to beat his ass into the ground for touching her. For putting his fucking mouth on her. For making her no better than all the other sluts he’s fucked. I thought Addy was different. That she was classy, with morals and shit. Apparently not when it comes to letting Zack Bradford get between her thighs.
I hold Addy’s gaze until her eyes close with her cries that become more frequent. Arching her back off the mattress, her entire body trembles with her release.
Zack flops his ass down on the bed beside her when she finishes convulsing, and I want to knock the smug look right of his face. He’s watching me with a furrowed brow like he’s trying to figure out my reaction. Usually I’d join him or at least encourage him, not stand frozen in jealousy as I watch him pleasure a woman with barely contained rage. Oh but now that he’s out of the way, Addy’s pussy is completely exposed and glistening, making me want to kill someone for a
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