Snap Count by Daphne Loveling

The first time I saw her, she was buck naked and mad as hell. Things went a little crazy after that. Ivy Kincaide. Full, lush breasts, standing at attention as my eyes devour them. Creamy, smooth skin. A petite waist leading to curvy hips, and a round, pert ass that makes me ache to sink my fingers into the flesh and pull her onto my hard, waiting c*ck. She also just happens to be my new next-door neighbor.

I just moved to Springville to start my first season as wide receiver for the Rockets. As luck would have it, the condo I’m renting is right next door to a straight-laced grad student who hardly ever pulls her nose out of a book. But there’s just something about Ivy – and not just her smoking hot body. It’s like I’m eight years old and wanna pull her pigtails just to see her stomp her feet at me. She’s wound up tighter than a rubber band. But the way her ass shimmies when she stalks away from me tells me there’s a completely different girl underneath. And nothing’s gonna stop me from finding out.