Super Stupid Cupid: An Enemies to Lovers Valentine's Day Romance (Super in Love Book 6) Jamie Knight (ebook e reader .txt) 📖

my waiting cock. Quick and fast, until I was buried to the hilt in her softness. Some girls couldn’t take my girth, but I bet Mandy could. Tight as a glove, my cock would press open that little pussy of hers, rubbing against her walls and slamming into her cervix. She’d be so full of cock, she’d be dizzy.

At that point, it would be all about me. I’d take that perfect body of hers, lifting her up and down on my dick like my little toy. Her lower lips would rub on my base. Her breasts would be in my face, or at least that is the way we would start out.

When her pussy started to tighten again, I’d turn her around so that her back was against my chest. Then I would push her thighs open and rub her clit as I bounced her on my lap. Mandy would scream from my touch. Her pussy walls would tighten, and I’d get what I had been waiting for all night.

She would come hard on my cock.

Trembling, quivering, wet, and tight, her happy pussy would finish me off, begging for my cum to coat her womb. And I’d give it to her.

Pulling her down by the thighs, I’d thrust my dick in deep, pressing my tip to her cervix and cumming over and over till my head started to spin. I’d come so hard I’d push her almost out of the water or even pick her up and press her against the rim so I could slam myself into her further.

I’d hold her on me, feeling the clenches of her aftershocks and rubbing those fine breasts till I had my fill.

As I pumped my dick harder, I started wondering whether Mandy would be amendable to having anal sex. The thought of it sent spasms shooting through my body, and I longed to stick a finger up her ass as my cock slammed into her wet pussy.

I could only imagine asking her to bend over completely while I stretched out her little hole with my fingers. I would be very gentle, rubbing her slowly and occasionally bending over to lick her a little and make her wet.

I started sweating as I masturbated, thinking of that fat ass. I wondered if it was something she had ever done before, how lucky the bastard who must have fucked her had felt. I had every intention of filling up my body with those sensations when I laid my hands on Mandy.

I was not sure whether I just wanted to fuck Mandy once or keep her for a whole weekend, but the thought of doing both pushed me over the edge. I felt myself bursting with cum as I wet the insides of my boxers with the image of Mandy’s pretty face predominantly in my thoughts.

She was capable of making me so hard and burst without warning despite her not being here with me. I started wondering what it would be like to actually be with her, to experience her softness and warmth.

She was a perfect lady, and it would be wise for me to make a move on her before somebody else noticed. It still surprised me that a girl as hot as she was was flying under the radar, out of reach for most of my horny teammates.

I was glad that Coach Kramer was making us do this match up because it would reduce controversies. And I felt pretty confident that I could hit it off with Mandy; considering she was my type, I was only hoping that she would feel the same.

My only concern with her was that she had probably heard stories about me. That would be a real blow to my plans to have her to myself because some girls blew me off after hearing about my reputation.

At first, I used to find it funny that girls could make decisions based on what they heard me doing with other girls. Some didn’t care, but for the most part, I had lost out on beautiful dates because of my poor reputation with girls.

Now, as I lay back on my couch, exhausted from jerking it, I was eager to make sure that everything would be perfect.

Since I knew what I wanted, I was ready to go for it with Mandy.

Chapter Four – Mandy

There was nothing more exciting than cheerleading for one of the biggest sports teams in history. It was a gig that enabled me to travel across the country and meet all sorts of new people. Plus, our team was going to the Super Bowl. The anticipation had everyone on edge.

However, on this particular morning, I was struggling to find motivation because of the cold. My best season was summer. I hated the winter in New York because it made me feel so inactive.

Our cheerleading coach eventually interrupted our practice at some point—much to my relief. She asked us to gather around her on the field because she had some important news for all the girls.

Once everybody was either standing or seated next to her, she informed us that a matchmaking exercise between the football players and the cheerleaders would happen before Valentine’s Day. It would be an excellent way to ensure squad morale.

As soon as the words left the coach’s mouth, I let out a loud groan. A couple of the girls snickered. The coach threw me a stern look but did not pursue it any further. I was quite frustrated at the idea of being set up with random football players for a date.

I was standing next to my best friend, Brianna. On hearing the news, she didn’t react as negatively as I did. In fact, she had a smile on her face.

“I don’t know why they keep pairing us up with the football players,” I whispered to her, annoyance building up inside me,