The first time I felt Maddox Walcott inside me was 8 years ago…
He was the university’s star striker, and I was their first female athletic trainer.
He was 19. I was 26.
The British bad boy had a mouth as foul as his attitude, and a c**k bigger than his ego.
He owned me that night in the locker room, and I knew I was ruined from that moment on…
And here we are 8 years later, making the same career-ending mistakes, except now…I’m carrying his baby.
When the rags outted me for having ties to London’s notorious Hackney Firm, the British Premier League blacklisted me and sent me packing. Now the greatest striker England’s ever seen has no choice but to play for an MLS expansion team, in New Jersey…talk about a fall from grace.
But it’s not all bad, I’m still a f*cking millionaire, and I’m still the greatest striker alive. And apparently the new team’s hired Poppy Abrams to be one of the trainers.
Although it’s been 8 years since I last got it in with Ms. Abrams, she was a fit piece of ass and a hell of a good f*ck… I’ve had a thing for older birds ever since.
But here she is standing in front of me, now in her mid-thirties, divorced, and even hotter than I remembered.
I can’t wait to have her tending to my needs, on and off the field…
Just like old times.