Page 15 of Too Far

She lets her head loll to the side and regards me lazily. Fuck, she’s so beautiful—her lips swollen from sucking my cock, her neck and tits covered in little red reminders of all the places I’ve marked her.

So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.

Brow furrowing, she reaches out a hand to me. “K… not tonight, remember?”

Ahh. So that’s the rub. She thinks I’m asking about the emails because I’m worried. She doesn’t want me upset.

I rummage through the drawer until I find what I’m after, then hold it up for her to see. “I know, Mama. I just want to know if I’m benched for sure. If there’s no chance of me playing on Saturday, then I’m going to smoke a fat blunt as I watch you get fucked.”

Her eyes light up in understanding. “You gonna share that with your girl?” she teases, running her hands down her body as Kylian pries her knees apart.

He stares hungrily at her swollen cunt for several seconds before tearing his eyes away to answer me.

“You’re benched until the athletic advisory committee can meet and discuss the terms of suspension or probation. The next regular meeting wasn’t supposed to be for three weeks, but Decker sent off a proposal for the SportsZone coverage that will require an emergency meeting to be held no later than next Tuesday. You won’t play this Saturday,” he states matter-of-factly. "You know I can take care of that anyway,” he adds, nodding toward the blunt in my hand.

I pull out a smaller joint from my stash. “I know.”

Kylian has to alter our test results regularly because of the antiquated rules around peptide use for college athletes.

Peptide hormones have been crucial to keeping my lupus in remission, and they help Locke with his RA. Yet even as a therapeutic measure, they’re considered a banned substance.

Kylian could easily erase any traces of THC and tobacco in my system, but I was raised to be honest and forthright, so I’m more than okay playing by the rules when they don’t interfere with my quality of life.

“Tonight’s an exception.” I place the blunt behind my ear, then offer the smaller joint to my girl.

She parts her lips, and I can’t fucking help but lean over and swipe my tongue into that sweet mouth. Surprised, she opens wider and kisses me back, moaning with each sweep.

She’s squirming on the mattress, and when I pull back, I see why. Kylian’s already got his mouth on her tits. He works her over good, putting on a show, just like I asked, pulling and teasing one rosy bud into an erect peak before moving on to the other.

Grinning, I right myself. She’s still writhing as she smiles dreamily at me, like I’m the one hanging all the stars in her universe.

“Keep doing that,” I tell Kylian, placing the joint between her lips and lighting it for her. “Then check and tell me if she’s wet.”

She closes her lips, eyes on me, and inhales.

With a smirk, I bend low and kiss her senseless once again.

“She’s fucking soaked. What the hell did you do to her?”

I suck on her mouth and massage along the slender column of her neck to encourage her to exhale. The musky cloud between us ratchets up my desire. Fuck. I’m already getting hard again.

“Fucked two of her holes and told her how much I love her.” With one last kiss, I pull back and retreat to my chair. “Maybe if she’s a good girl for you, I’ll play with her ass when you’re done.”

Jojo arches off the bed, whimpering, her eyes begging me to come back and keep making her feel good.

“You want that, don’t you, Mama? You want me in your ass tonight?”

“Yes,” she mewls without hesitation. Her eyes are on me, but her hands are in Kylian’s hair as he eats her cunt in earnest.

“Let Kylian take care of you first. We’ve got all night, and we’re just getting started.”

Chapter 8

Josephine

WitheveryoneofKendrick’s exhales, the room fills further with smoke, creating a soft haze. My nerves spark to life with each lick from Kylian as he absolutely devours my pussy.

I’m a loose, languid mess. Relaxed everywhere except for where it counts.