Super Stupid Cupid: An Enemies to Lovers Valentine's Day Romance (Super in Love Book 6) by Jamie Knight (best motivational novels TXT) 📗

Tasing her wet pussy would be amazing. I would make my tongue play in between her legs until she was delirious with lust and coming into my mouth. The girls I had been with said I had a talented tongue, so I was sure to satisfy Mandy. The thought of her thighs shaking around my face as she dripped juices onto my chin made my blood boil with desire.

Then when she was lightheaded and begging, I’d push my big cock into the entrance of her undoubtedly tight little pussy. She would beg me to go deeper inside her, to thrust faster, to squeeze and lick her nipples. It would be so hot in the bedroom even if it was snowing outside.

I watched her bending over as part of a routine with the rest of the girls and was in heaven. I was trying to concentrate on participating in a defensive team routine, but my mind was already off the field.

I was lucky that I didn’t have much to do. Otherwise, Coach Kramer would have noticed that I was drifting off into space. I felt a little surprised at myself because usually, I could keep my mind on practice.

But Mandy was really hot. She was reminding me that I desperately needed a good fucking.

Coach Kramer asking me to be a matchmaker for the rest of the team was now starting to make sense. There was no way I would play well if I was utterly distracted by Mandy’s beautiful thighs.

I was now starting to look forward to my Cupid responsibilities. The first order of business would be to ensure Mandy was mine, and then the rest of the team could get whoever they wanted. I had been looking for somebody to keep me warm during this cold season, and I may have just found the right person.

Focusing on practice that day turned out to be a futile exercise. All I could think about was sex.

Chapter Two – Felix

When I got home, it was already dark.

I felt as though I had wasted a considerable part of my afternoon staring at Mandy. However, as I closed the front door to my apartment and flipped the light switch on, she was still very much entrenched in my mind.

I couldn’t get over just how sexy she looked in that short, white skirt. She was a gorgeous woman, and she had left a lingering need inside my heart and in my cock. It was a desire I was having trouble shaking.

Trying to distract my mind, I fixed myself a quick supper in the kitchen before slouching in front of my television to catch whatever news was on. There was a general fervor about the upcoming Super Bowl. It was all everybody could talk about. Thinking about the Super Bowl brought Mandy back to mind.

I decided to call up my dad and find out what he was doing as I flipped through the channels. There was nothing distracting on, so I might as well check-in.

Since my mother left him when I was still in high school, Dad had changed entirely and became a very lonely man. He had grown overly dependent on me, and he rarely hung out with other people.

When I spoke to him, he sounded depressed, as always. He was bored, living alone, and spending the cold nights in his small apartment. He was always asking for me to pay him a visit, and I did whenever I had the time.

My mother’s final night with us was etched in my memory. She had returned home from work to find us having dinner and was annoyed that we had started without her. Her frustration compounded when she found out that Dad had not helped with the laundry. She had explicitly asked him to help her out with the cleaning before leaving for work that morning. Things got worse when Dad dismissed the matter, saying that he would get to it the following morning.

That sparked a nasty argument between the two of them, and I was unable to finish eating. My mother got very frantic. She started hitting my father, who was trying his best to restrain her.

Frightened, I ran off into the den and pulled the door, only leaving it slightly ajar so that I could watch the drama before me unfold. Mother was yelling at the top of her lungs about how furious she had become with the marriage and that she was leaving the following day.

“You can have Felix if you want. I don’t love either of you anymore.”

Those were the last words I heard my mother say to my father. I went to bed with a heavy heart, wondering why my parents could not just get along.

The following morning, my worst fears were confirmed. I found Father seated at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in his hand. He cut a forlorn figure, and he barely looked up as I walked into the room.

The next thing I noticed was that the house looked empty, and a bunch of things were missing.

“Where’s the furniture?” I asked Dad, but he would not reply.

Instead, I would have to slowly accept that I would be motherless from here on and that we would just be two men in the house. Things became different for both my father and me from that day.

Mom leaving left a massive scar on my heart. I hadn’t been able to trust women since then. I couldn’t enter into a committed relationship knowing very well that a woman could very easily do to me what my mother did to my father.

One-night stands were the only option, and I had been doing them my entire adult life. I very much preferred girls who liked no-strings-attached relationships. There had