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your team lose?”
“Yeah, we did, and it was all on me.”
“What? Aren't sports a team effort sort of deal –” Carrie tilted her head, looking confused.
“No. I mean, I threw the game,” I made myself clear.
“What do you mean by that?” Carrie tightened her lips, looking like she knew exactly what I meant.
“The game was fixed. It was my second season in. I was approached by 2 of some of the most notorious mob bosses in the state. They presented me with a prop – a proposition I couldn't turn down – let's just say it was in the 7 figures... I took it. I 'tripped' and missed an easy pass that would have taken us all the way to the finals.”
Carrie just looked at me with an inscrutable look on her face.
“When these kids come up to me, calling me a hero... It's fucked up. They're looking up to a fraud. So I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you. There's a part of me that wants to get suspended, ruin my career, just get this over with. The guilt's gonna consume me sooner or later. Why not – why not sooner?”
I lifted my beer to finish it off, but Carrie reached for my beer, gently prying it out of my grasp.
“I think you've had a little too much to drink.”
Carrie's tone was soft, losing all its bite. She leaned towards me, her chin just inches from my nose as she pulled a piece of popcorn out of my hair. The feminine tang of the perfume on her neck drifted up my nostrils.
Her green eyes synced with mine. My eyes swiveled to her thick, naturally pink lips. They parted slowly, almost as if they were daring me to kiss them.
So I did. I cocked my head to the side and pressed my lips to hers. Her pretty mouth was just as soft as I'd imagined it to be. I wrapped my lips over her upper lip before dragging it over to her bottom lip. But Carrie wasn't moving a muscle. And when I felt the movement between my legs, I caught myself, pulling away from her.
A bead of sweat escaped my hairline and settled on my brow.
“Sorry, don't know what I was think –”
Carrie pounced on top of me, shoving me forcefully onto the back of the couch to straddle me. Before I knew it, she seized the sides of my face with both hands and pulled me close to her, kissing me hungrily. I tackled her tongue with mine, wrestling it to submission as I explored her mouth, tasting her.
Carrie squirmed out of my grasp. There was a glint in her eye as she smiled at me, pulling herself to her feet. She shrugged off her jacket and reached under the hem of her flowery dress, pulling it over her head.
I straightened up in my seat and gripped the armrest to my left. The head of my cock was pulsing at the mere sight of Carrie's body, and she wasn't even naked yet. Her creamy white skin was almost translucent, and I could see the faintest traces of her veins branching out on her thighs.
She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. Her meaty tits spilled out of her suffocating bra, bouncing sensually upon its freedom. My eyes zoomed in on her pussy, her natural bush crowning her cunt. The hypnotic slit was already wet, so wet it was almost twinkling. She walked towards me, one corner of her mouth tugged back as she tweaked her nipples with both hands.
“Fucking hell, Carrie... I don't know what the fuck's going on here, but I don't want it to stop,” I growled in her ear, pulling her back onto my lap.
My fingers weaved through her silky hair. I knotted a clump of her hair in my fist and jerked her head back violently, diving for her neck. As I kissed up and down her neck, teasing the back of her ear with my tongue, I reached between her legs and scooped myself a handful of oozing wet pussy.
“Oh my – oh my god, Kingsley.”
Carrie's jagged breathing was beating down on my neck. I rubbed her slobbering cunt up and down, controlling the music of her moans with just my thumb to her clit. I pushed myself against her, inviting the unbelievable sensation of her soft melons grinding up against my chest.
As I continued to toy
“Yeah, we did, and it was all on me.”
“What? Aren't sports a team effort sort of deal –” Carrie tilted her head, looking confused.
“No. I mean, I threw the game,” I made myself clear.
“What do you mean by that?” Carrie tightened her lips, looking like she knew exactly what I meant.
“The game was fixed. It was my second season in. I was approached by 2 of some of the most notorious mob bosses in the state. They presented me with a prop – a proposition I couldn't turn down – let's just say it was in the 7 figures... I took it. I 'tripped' and missed an easy pass that would have taken us all the way to the finals.”
Carrie just looked at me with an inscrutable look on her face.
“When these kids come up to me, calling me a hero... It's fucked up. They're looking up to a fraud. So I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you. There's a part of me that wants to get suspended, ruin my career, just get this over with. The guilt's gonna consume me sooner or later. Why not – why not sooner?”
I lifted my beer to finish it off, but Carrie reached for my beer, gently prying it out of my grasp.
“I think you've had a little too much to drink.”
Carrie's tone was soft, losing all its bite. She leaned towards me, her chin just inches from my nose as she pulled a piece of popcorn out of my hair. The feminine tang of the perfume on her neck drifted up my nostrils.
Her green eyes synced with mine. My eyes swiveled to her thick, naturally pink lips. They parted slowly, almost as if they were daring me to kiss them.
So I did. I cocked my head to the side and pressed my lips to hers. Her pretty mouth was just as soft as I'd imagined it to be. I wrapped my lips over her upper lip before dragging it over to her bottom lip. But Carrie wasn't moving a muscle. And when I felt the movement between my legs, I caught myself, pulling away from her.
A bead of sweat escaped my hairline and settled on my brow.
“Sorry, don't know what I was think –”
Carrie pounced on top of me, shoving me forcefully onto the back of the couch to straddle me. Before I knew it, she seized the sides of my face with both hands and pulled me close to her, kissing me hungrily. I tackled her tongue with mine, wrestling it to submission as I explored her mouth, tasting her.
Carrie squirmed out of my grasp. There was a glint in her eye as she smiled at me, pulling herself to her feet. She shrugged off her jacket and reached under the hem of her flowery dress, pulling it over her head.
I straightened up in my seat and gripped the armrest to my left. The head of my cock was pulsing at the mere sight of Carrie's body, and she wasn't even naked yet. Her creamy white skin was almost translucent, and I could see the faintest traces of her veins branching out on her thighs.
She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. Her meaty tits spilled out of her suffocating bra, bouncing sensually upon its freedom. My eyes zoomed in on her pussy, her natural bush crowning her cunt. The hypnotic slit was already wet, so wet it was almost twinkling. She walked towards me, one corner of her mouth tugged back as she tweaked her nipples with both hands.
“Fucking hell, Carrie... I don't know what the fuck's going on here, but I don't want it to stop,” I growled in her ear, pulling her back onto my lap.
My fingers weaved through her silky hair. I knotted a clump of her hair in my fist and jerked her head back violently, diving for her neck. As I kissed up and down her neck, teasing the back of her ear with my tongue, I reached between her legs and scooped myself a handful of oozing wet pussy.
“Oh my – oh my god, Kingsley.”
Carrie's jagged breathing was beating down on my neck. I rubbed her slobbering cunt up and down, controlling the music of her moans with just my thumb to her clit. I pushed myself against her, inviting the unbelievable sensation of her soft melons grinding up against my chest.
As I continued to toy
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