Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

I smack her ass and shoo her out of the kitchen, “Go and get dressed, and for fucks sake, please wear panties.”

She winks. “I’ll do better than that and wear jeans and boots. Actually, I hope you’re not expecting anymore fuck-me shoes because they’re going in the trash.”

“Well that will be a damn shame… Keep ‘em. You can wear them in bed for me.”

She mumbles something under her breath as I let out a whoosh of air. Watching her head back into the bedroom to get dressed, I pray she really does wear jeans. The harder it is for me to get to her, the easier it will be to keep my hands to myself. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Now, all I have to do is figure out a way to tell her Dal is coming to stay in a week. How the hell am I going to admit this to her? I mean Dal was the reason I left the way I did during the summer. I have a really bad feeling that this piece of news isn’t going to go down too well. Although I’d love to have it out of the way, I think I’ll let it go for now because I really do want to just spend the day with my girl without any arguments and I have a feeling we’re going to have one when I finally tell her.

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“You have got to be kidding me.” Callie climbs off the back of the bike and keeps looking between the sign and me, back and forth as though the words are going to suddenly change.

I grin, but can’t help wondering whether I should have taken her to the more traditional mini golf at the other side of town instead of here to ‘Sixty Nine.’ It’s not actually the words that are causing her to silently question me; it’s the picture underneath. Yeah! It has a naked man and woman in the sixty-nine position. I thought it would be more fun, but now I’m questioning myself especially after saying we weren’t going to have sex today.

“Well,” she clears her throat, “this is, um, certainly going to be entertaining.” She finally locks her gaze on me. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep your hands and, um, other body parts, to yourself?” She glances down at my erection trying to burst through my zipper.

“I’m having second thoughts,” I grumble.

“I bet.” She snickers. “I can’t believe you’d bring me t

o a place like this…so tacky.” She waves her hands around.

“Now babe, this place is really popular, especially at night, but it seems pretty quiet right now.”

I pay the guy at the gate, who can’t seem to hide his grin when he looks at Callie. He passes us the clubs and a couple of golf balls, so I pull her inside the park.

It isn’t one of the bigger mini golf sites, but it’s more fun and entertaining and yeah plenty of nights I’ve been here trying to get into someone else’s panties, but that’s something I plan on keeping to myself.

“C’mon, it starts over here.” I wrap my arm around her waist and walk her over toward the ‘cum shooter.’

Hearing her gasp, I start laughing and move away from her to place the ball on the white spot on the ground. About to take the shot, I glance at Callie and realize she hasn’t moved. “Babe, you with me?”

“That’s kinda hot,” she replies staring at the giant penis waiting to have our balls shooting through the head, hence the title ‘cum shooter.’

Basically, you take the shot and have to use enough strength to get the ball to shoot straight up a slight incline, which goes around to the right and your ball is supposed to shoot out.

Taking a deep breath, I rearrange the dick in my jeans before taking the shot, which keeps going…and shoots out the tip of the large dick. I fist the sky and turn to look at Callie who is moving toward the giant balls that the dick is sprouting from. Standing in front of them she turns to me, grins and then runs her hand over them, trailing her fingers along the dick as well. “Mmm…feels so good.” She licks her lips looking at my crotch.

God, the things this girl does to me. Bringing her here was a really, really bad idea because all I can think about is opening my jeans and letting her stroke me. My dick is leaking in anticipation of her fingers. She’s going to kill me today.

Walking closer, she stands in front of me and bends to place the ball on the start, only to have her ass rubbing against my jeans. I growl and pull her into me, desperate to have no fabric between us.

She stands up, wiggles her hips before turning, and saying, “You better move out the way, because I’m going to nail this orgasm.” Then she licks her lips again.

Cussing under my breath, I move away and watch her take the same shot as I did and she nails it. Jumping up and down, she runs to me and throws herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and smacking her lips on mine in a quick kiss.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever played mini golf and gotten a point straight off the bat, kinda thing, you know? That was so cool.” She climbs off me. “Where’s number two?”

I point in the general direction, and before I can even slow her down, she shoots toward it. Stopping a few feet away, she tosses her hair over her shoulder as she gives me a steaming, come hither look and asks, “You coming.”

“Nearly,” I whimper, watching her sexy, curvy ass disappear around the corner to the ‘masturbator.’ I can’t wait for her reaction to this one.

Catching up to her, I wrap my arms around her and whisper into her ear, “I want to watch you do that and soon.”

She shivers. “As long as you do it with me. I want you to stand between my legs and watch me while I watch you jerking off.” Shoving her ass into my dick, she pushes away from me, and mumbles, “Now we have that out of the way. How the hell does this one work?”

I’m actually afraid to open my mouth incase nothing comes out. I chuckle, because any more of this and I’m going to be coming where I stand. I should have known that declaring no sex and bringing her here would be one long and torturous afternoon.