THE MORE I WANTED TO GO

FREDDY

Through practice, I couldn't stop thinking about Lola. Maybe because I knew she was watching me like old times, and it sparked feelings that ought to have stayed buried until forever.

Through the banter between her, my father and Eddy, I couldn't care less. I just stayed at the parts of her body that weren't concealed under the jacket draped across her shoulders.

As soon as I got the opportunity to ask, I took it, and of course, Lola couldn't say No to me.

It was a little hard convincing my coach to allow me to stay outside the team house. By the time I had concluded with the boys, checked into a hotel room, got a shave and freshened up, time was far spent.

As I scurried into the elevator for the fifth floor, I wondered if she was waiting up for me or perhaps, given up and gone to bed.

But then, Eddy was there. I didn't expect him to be. I didn't turn back though. I hadn't made all of those arrangements to chicken out of his presence.

"You shouldn't have said that, Freddy. What were you thinking?" Lola flipped out on my face.

She paced about the room restlessly, like she was searching for something and had a time limit to find whatever it was.

"I wouldn't ask you to calm down, but you should know better," I dropped, unbuttoning the wrists of my jacket as I walked over to the bed.

"I know, but Eddy! He was pissed and nobody in the world can guess what he would do next because of the anger of that moment," Lola replied, scratching through her hair, and huffing out a long breath at the same time.

I couldn't understand why she was so worked up, but I wanted to ignore it. So, instead of trying to talk about it, I opted to distract her.

"I understand that you are trying to figure your husband out, but can you take off that bathrobe while at it? Give me a show to stay busy with," I said, unbuttoning the jacket entirely and thrown myself on the bed.

Lola stopped in her tracks, her eyes moving in their sockets like she was finding it difficult to make a decision about whether to look at me or not.

"C'mon! Lola. Don't you dare deny yourself this moment," I urged her, a grin slipping into my expression, my heart beating faster than it was while I made my way here.

Sighing, she turned to look at me, my expression melting into a smile of impatience.

"Would you keep me waiting?"

My cock hardened as her fingers played against the belt of her bathrobe, but something else tugged at my thoughts.

"One second," I said, rushing towards the door to bolt it close.

She bursted into a little laugh, the sound of it aching through my chest.

"I want you, Lola," I heard myself speak out aloud, but was a bloody liar. I needed her. I couldn't do without her. I had not been able to find a single girl out there in the streets that did it the way she does.

I watched with my mouth agape as the robe fell off her shoulders to the floor forming a little mound of fur material.

From the floor, my eyes trailed back up to her body. Her toe nails were clean cut, coated with a powdery blue color.

Her legs were as hairless as I could remember, up to the voluminous flesh of her thighs.

I swallowed, my cock tugging hard at the material of my pants, pleading to be set free.

I swallowed again, squaring my shoulders to give the false illusion that I was in absolute control of my emotions.

I tried, but I couldn't look past her waist. So, I gave in.

Without knowing whether her expression was that of partial approval or indecisiveness, maybe even sudden disapproval, I lunged forward like a starving animal, grabbing her waist and pushing her back until she was resting flatly with her back against the wall.

I felt her fingers come down on my head, digging through my hair while pulling them gently, yet I still couldn't look past her waist.

With my right leg, I pulled her left leg up, balancing it well on the curve of my waist. At the same time, I tried to free my wet cock from the confines of my pants with shaky fingers.

I drew in a long breath at the sight in front of me. I reached for it, causing a loud moan to escape her throat.

It was sleek, slimy, ready. I couldn't wait. Rubbing my fingers together, I rolled them against the length of my cock, adrenaline shooting up my brain.

My pants fell through my waist to reveal a load that was long ready. Immediately, Lola ached her body forward, moaning to need and the impatience was tearing her apart.

I adjusted her leg against my waist, holding her throat back until her head was hitting the solid wall again.

Pushing her thighs apart, I guided my cock towards her hole diligently.

She winced, tugging harder at a tuft of my hair.

"Dirty girl," I teased her. "How long have you been wanting this?"

"Why---are you---. F*ck! Come on!!" Her breathing was loud and restless.

I smiled, my waist aching to the consequences of my own delay.

Grabbing my shaft, I guided my head around her clitoris repeatedly in a wave-like pattern, tugging at the opening of her p*ssy in a way that teased her further.

"Freddy!" she cried, grabbing my shoulders, her hot release cascading down my length. My feet trembled against the floor, I almost lost it.

"Maybe, I need to punish you for keeping me waiting," I grunted, my own pulse rising fast in my chest.

"Pleeease!" she cried, her fingers digging deep into my shoulders, my entire body trembling at the squelching sounds that bounced off the skin of her p*ssy against my shaft.

I continued to massage the inside of her folds and around her cl*t, getting more soaked in the thickness of the mixture of our sleek release.

I watched her throw her head back in frustration. I would have loved to keep going — dangling her favorite fruit in front of her hungry eyes, but I was too hot, I needed to jerk off too.

"Uuh!" she gasped.

I balanced her body w

ell against the wall, hammering into her repeatedly — the more I went, the more I wanted to go.