I collapsed beside Elena, both of us still panting from the marathon we'd just finished. She'd been horny all day, texting me filthy promises between meetings, and when I got home she pounced. Her pussy had been dripping wet before I even touched her, and she'd ridden me until my cock throbbed and I came hard inside her, cum spilling down her thighs while she ground her ass against me and moaned my name.
We lay tangled in the sheets, skin slick with sweat, her leg draped over mine. "You always deliver exactly when I need it, Zach," she murmured, tracing circles on my chest. "But don't think we're done. I'm still aching."
The phone shattered the afterglow. Marcus. Of course. My best friend had zero timing and even less shame.
"Zach, you watching this draft coverage?" he barked the second I answered. "The Flyers just traded up. This is gonna be insane."
"Yeah, I'm watching," I lied, trying to sound casual while Elena's hand slid down my stomach. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, already half-hard again, and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. I bit back a groan.
"You sound distracted," Marcus chuckled. "Don't tell me Elena's got you on lockdown again."
Elena leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice low and wicked. "Tell him your wife's pussy is still wet and clenching for round two. Tell him how hard your cock is getting while you pretend to care about hockey picks."
I cleared my throat. "She's... keeping me busy. What's the latest on the goalie prospects?"
Her grip tightened, thumb circling the head, and she whispered again, sharper this time. "If you hang up now I'll drop to my knees and give you the blowjob you've been begging for since breakfast. Or I could just keep stroking until you can't form sentences. Your choice, hotshot."
Marcus droned on about stats while my wife worked me with expert fingers, her breath hot against my neck. "Imagine Marcus hearing you fuck me again," she teased. "Me on all fours, ass up, taking every inch while you try to talk draft picks. You'd come so fast I'd have to swallow it all just to keep the secret."
Sweat beaded on my forehead. My cock was rock hard now, twitching in her fist. "Marcus, I gotta call you back," I managed, voice rough.
Elena grinned, strong and unyielding, already pushing me onto my back. "Good boy. Now let's make this call worth interrupting."
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