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Jey and I had been linking up in secret for almost a year now whenever he came back to the bay area. He was steadily rising up the ranks in WWE but still married with kids at home, so I knew the deal going in - I was just another piece on the side to fulfill whatever cravings his wife wasn't providing on the road.
Still, every time he hit me up late at night booty calling, I made sure to clear my schedule fast and look extra snackish for whenever he slid through my spot after his shows. Like tonight, when the familiar knock echoed as I was just lounging in some lace undies watching TV.
"Bae it's me, you gonna let me in?" Jey's voice rumbled through the door, sending a thrill down my spine at the promise of what was to come once we were alone. Swinging it open with a smirk, I took in his broad muscular form leaning cockily against the frame, tattoos on full display under his sleeveless shirt.
"Well if it ain't Mr. Poppin himself. Come get your snack then big boy," I purred, dragging him inside by his beltloops already. Clothes started flying off in a hurry between hungry kisses towards the bedroom, hands roaming greedily everywhere.
Within moments I was bouncing eagerly atop Jey's dick, taking every thick inch stretching me open like it was made for my pussy alone. "Fuck you ride this dick so good," he growled, bucking up to meet my bounce for bounce. One hand gripped my hip guiding me while the other teased my clit, already bringing me to the edge fast.
Lost in the passion as always, we didn't hear Jey's phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand at first. But when it started blasting his custom ringtone yet again, he knew trouble was brewing if he ignored it longer. Pausing mid-thrust to grab it, his face immediately dropped reading the barrage of texts from his missus.
"Shit ma we gotta wrap this up, the old lady got the tracker on she know I ain't home," Jey grumbled, reluctantly helping me slide off his glistening length. I huffed in annoyance, used to having our fun cutoff early but not loving it.
"Baby you gotta stop letting her control you like this, find a way to be free," I complained, watching him scramble to redress hastily. Jey just sighed, dropping a lingering kiss to my lips before bolting for the door.
"I know bae, just not that easy yet. I'll hit you up when I can shake her, she ain't stopping this good thang we got poppin." And with that he was gone, leaving me aching and unsatisfied once again underneath another woman's control. I hated being the side piece sometimes, but Jey was too good between my thighs to fully give up...
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solé talks: y'all I haven't wrote fics in months so this might be ass 😃 what y'all think abt this??
