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“Still with me?” He arches over me, kissing the side of my neck, my jaw, the back of my ear. “Too much?”
“More,” I beg.
He goes deeper, and my voice rises higher. It’s so fucking good. He holds, letting me feel his size, letting me stretch. My eyes roll higher as my jaw drops. Then he starts to pump.
It’s raw and primal and so dirty. My ass lifts to take him deeper, and his hand slides forward, fingers in my mouth. I suck, and he groans. His hips move faster, slapping against my ass, and I push my hands against the bed, wanting more.
His mouth is beside my ear, and his breaths, his low groans, his deep grunts and moans make me even wetter.
“Fuck, that’s a sweet pussy.” He kisses then bites my ear. “You make me so hard.”
He moves faster, his hand sliding down to my neck. Hesqueezes gently, and my lips part with a moan. He’s moving fast, fucking me solid. Sparkles of light break out behind my eyes, and I can’t believe I’m coming again.
“Yes…” He groans. “That’s right, baby, come for me again.” He gasps, squeezing my neck. “Oh, fuck… Fuck, I’m coming…”
Strong arms wrap around me, and I feel his body go rigid. His hips move behind my ass, cupping and driving his cock impossibly deeper into my core. So deep I feel him break with a shudder, pulsing, stomach jerking, holding as his mouth presses to the side of my face.
I ride with him through the waves of pleasure. His body tenses, and he grips me so hard. It’s fucking hot as sin.
And not at allnice.
CHAPTER 11
Knox
Ican’t stop thinking about her.
I’m standing in front of my locker before we head out to face the Dolphins, and what happened after my last game flashes through my mind.
It was humid, sweaty, lightning dancing in the black clouds, her ivory skin soft against mine. I held her beneath me, driving deep into her warm, slippery core as she moaned my name.
Not nice. Never nice. I won’t object, but I am curious.
My hands slid up her waist, removing her shirt, holding her breasts in two perfect handfuls. I devoured her. After doggy, she rode my lap, rotating her hips, her golden hair swishing around her shoulders. I devoured her body, scented with warm vanilla, caramel, and sex…
Shit, I’ve got to stop before I get a boner in front of my teammates. It’s time for the huddle, and I’ve got to focus.They’re counting on me to be a leader, not an addict, sleeping with the enemy. Only, she’s not my enemy. She’s a fan.
“Hey, we got this.” Etienne slaps the top of my shoulder pads, misreading my consternation. “They’re still rebuilding.”
“He’s right!” Fonz grabs my upper arm, giving me a shake. “Their new QB makes more mistakes than you do.”
“Thanks.” I cut him a look.
Still, it’s the wakeup I need to get my head out of my ass. Since when have I been the guy who obsesses over a woman? I’m not. It was a good lay, that’s all. A really good lay…
So good I wanted to spend the night, but as soon as we’d recovered (after three more rounds), she practically threw me out.
My chin drops, and I exhale a chuckle, remembering how panicked she was gathering up all my clothes and shoving them at me. She was wrapped in a fluffy white robe, her sex-hair messy and sticking to her neck. Her cheeks were brushed pink from my beard, and I detected the start of a hickey on the swell of her breast. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, telling me to get dressed and go before her roommate got home.
I guess she’s right. It will strain believability if people find out we’re fucking. Or fucked. No,fucking. It’s totally happening again.
“Bradford, you got anything to say?” Coach breaks me out of my musing.
My eyes snap to the guys standing in front of me, expecting me to say something motivating.
“We play like winners.” I stand in front of the group, calm infusing my veins. “We’re better than they are, and we’ve been showing up week after week. They’re rebuilding, figuring out who they are, but we know. This game is ours to win. Who’s with me?”
Smiles spread across their faces, and I get nods andyeahs. Even Brady gives me the begrudging nod, indicating the O-line has measured up to his expectations.
