Only One Chance (Only One 2)

“Now, can you please go and take a shower?”

“Will you come with me?” he asks, and I peel my shirt off. “That’s my girl.”

“Actually, it’s the hormones in me that will not let me say no,” I tell him over my shoulder. “Who knew getting knocked up would make me even hornier?”

“According to Google, it’s the estrogen and progesterone in you,” he says, and I turn the water on.

“Whatever it is,” I say, “I need you now.” I pull up his shirt. “First, I’m going to soap you up and get that smell off you, and then it’s on,” I tell him. He laughs, picking me up and placing me in the shower.

He washes while he teases me, and I can’t hold back. I put my foot on the bench and play with myself while he watches. I’m about to come when he picks me up and slides me down his cock. My head goes back, and in a matter of seconds, I’m coming all over him.

He gets out of the shower before I do, leaving me to wash my hair. Once I turn off the water and dry myself off, I walk into my walk-in closet. Hanging my towel, I slide on a pair of panties, then step into his closet and grab one of his T-shirts.

“What did you want to eat for supper?” I ask him as I walk out of the closet and shake my wet hair out of the towel.

“Oh my God,” Miller says. “Oh my God,” he says again as he looks at something on his phone. Then his eyes come up to mine. He shakes his head, and then he dials someone. “Manning, it’s me. Call me. Come here if you need to.”

“What in the hell is going on?” I ask him. He turns his phone and gives it to me, and I gasp as I scroll through the picture with the caption.

Dallas captain is hot on the ice but apparently not hot enough to keep his wife satisfied. The captain’s wife is seen here getting hot and heavy with an unnamed man in what looks to be someone's car. From the looks of it, she left him looking mighty happy.