One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #3) Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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That earns a round of laughter from everybody.

“Okay, good job, Paisley!” Mia pats Paisley on the back, which makes her sway forward, eyes bulging a little. She shoots two thumbs up kind of in Mia’s retreating direction.

“So the rules are simple,” Paisley says. “You have to pop the balloon between your body and your partner’s body. The balloon gets smaller every time. The first couple to pop all the balloons wins! No biting the balloon or poking it with your fingers. Cheaters will be shamed.”

“Nobody is going to get shamed,” Mia says cheerily. “But we did buy a shame bell to ring, just in case.”

“Shamed,” Paisley repeats as she backs away from the field of play.

Mia walks over to a spot with the other women.

“Three, two, four, begin!”

I’m caught off guard by the sudden start as I see Caroline sprinting toward me with a look of deadly intent in her eyes. I only have time to raise an eyebrow before she jumps, turns mid-air, and positions the balloon between me and her rapidly approaching ass.

Pop.

The balloon gives way, and then my balls do because Caroline’s ass hits me like a freight train between the legs.

I bend over, groaning and laughing as she’s already running to grab the next balloon. To my right, I see all the other couples going at it. There’s a chorus of popping balloons, telling me that it’s still anybody’s game.

I’m barely recovered when I see Caroline coming again. The balloon is significantly smaller this time. She tries the same move. The balloon croaks with a rubbery groan and doesn’t pop. I cup myself as Caroline grips my hips and slams her ass down on my lap again and again. She’s looking back over her shoulder at me with barbarian-like rage in her eyes.

Finally, the balloon pops. This time, it’s significantly faster than anybody else’s. There’s a blur of moving bodies in the other chairs and squeaking balloons refusing to pop.

I hear the first pop from Andi and Jesse just as Caroline comes at me with a balloon hardly bigger than her fist.

She does the same flying ass move to start, but her aim is off. I take a full helping of ass to the chest instead of the lap. The chair tips over and Caroline is sitting on my face. It’s a little too painful to enjoy, but Caroline has already positioned the balloon between her legs and sets it on my crotch. She starts pumping up and down on me, hands on my chest like she’s riding me for all her worth.

In front of the entire town.

I hear the laughter and cheers as people whoop and whistle. I even see several parents covering their children’s eyes.

Caroline is either oblivious or too determined to win to care.

Bam. Bam. Bam. She slams herself down on me and the tiny balloon again and again.

“You take me from behind,” she says with all the seriousness of a soldier asking her comrade for cover fire. She hops off me, gets on her hands and knees, and puts the balloon right between her ass cheeks.

She’s wearing black biker shorts and I can see the faint outline of her thong as she points her ample ass my way.

I’ve played in front of thousands with everything on the line. I’ve spoken at press conferences while dozens of cameras were pointed at me. But this?

I blow out a breath, taking her hips in my hands, and give a lackluster pump of my hips.

“Hump me like you mean it!” She shouts.

More laughter.

I give a nervous smile and press my hips into her a little harder. Now that our chair fell over, I’m a little behind the others and I can see all the other groups have moved on to the final, tiny balloon, too.

Somehow, we’ve found ourselves in the most ridiculous and obviously sexual position.

“There’s no way,” I say, watching the small balloon stretch easily as I press it against her ass with my crotch.

“Just rail me, Jake,” she says. Again, there’s no touch of awareness or humor in her voice. Caroline just wants to win.

That earns another round of cheers and whistles. Apparently, we’re the stars of this show.

I give her a harder thrust this time, knocking her forward and making her ponytail flop from her back to hang by her cheek.

“Like that! Harder!” she screams.

Jesus. If she keeps saying shit like this, I’m going to get hard.

I take a tighter hold of her hips and push into her, pulling her ass into me as I thrust.

“Yes!”

I clear my throat, watching the balloon squirm.

Soon, I’m pounding against her with a rhythmic pap pap pap sound that feels far too dirty to be doing in front of other people. But it’s still not working.

“Give me your ass!” Caroline says, gesturing for me to turn around.

By this point, I’m all in and mostly just ready for this to be over with. So I obey, getting on my hands and knees and turning around so we’re ass to ass.



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