Destiny gasped when I rolled us over, so now my back was against the bed and she laid on top of me.
“Come here,” I ordered, Grabbing her waist, I pulled her little ass up until her pussy hovered just above my face.
“Tyler,” she panted over and over.
“Hold onto the headboard,” I growled just before pulling her body down on my face so that her pussy was now my meal. A guttural sound escaped my throat at the taste of her pussy on my taste buds. She was sweet like cotton candy, and I ate like the starved man I was. I’d been starved of her snappy comebacks and attention for days. And now, here she was riding my fucking face like a joyride. I was in heaven.
Destiny bounced her ass up and down, making the most adorable moaning sounds, which turned me on like no other woman ever had.
I felt the reverberations of the headboard when she smacked or punched it. Her body was rigid with its need to release, and being the generous man I am, I locked my lips around her clit and sucked, giving her just what she needed to come.
Those tiny hips of her bounced up and down and around; her thighs clenched tightly around the sides of my head as she came.
“Th-that was … thank you,” Destiny panted as she slid down off my chest, onto her back.
“You didn’t think I spent years lifting weights just to toss some pigskin across a field, did you?” I retorted.
My chest tightened when she let out a giggle before wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to her mouth. She surprised me when her tongue outlined my lips as she moaned. She was enjoying her own taste on my mouth.
I pulled back. “My girl is nasty.”
She gave me a mischievous grin that was soon replaced by my lips covering hers. I moved over her again, positioning myself between her legs, our lips still locked together. Her legs went up, crossing behind my back as I rocked myself against her over and over. Both of us were panting and ready for me to make entrance when Destiny’s hand went to my chest.
“Wait, wait …” she begged through heavy breaths. “C-condoms. We need protection.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and lowered my head to the crook of her neck. I could be a reckless son of a bitch at times but never like this. Ever since I was eleven years old and had even hinted at noticing girls from the first time, my father had drilled into me the necessity for protection. Being a player in the NFL had solidified my father’s warnings. I’d seen and had plenty of interactions with groupies more than willing to pop out a kid by an athlete just to collect a check.
“Tyler.”
“I know,” I responded. I moved back, reaching for my wallet which was in the pocket of my tuxedo pants that laid on the floor. Swiftly, I pulled out the condom, undid the wrapper, and sat up on my knees to put it on. I watched Destiny as she observed me sheathing myself in the magnum condom. She worried her bottom lip and swallowed, pensively. I grinned inwardly. The magnum wasn’t just for show or an ego boost. It was the only brand I purchased because it was the only brand and size that fit my length and girth.
“You want me to go slow or fast?” I leaned down and asked after giving her another peck on the lips. I wrapped my arms under her shoulders, forcing our bodies together from the chest to where my cock was about to enter her.
“You’re letting me decide something for once?”
I smiled and nipped at that plump bottom lip. “This time,” I answered and placed myself right at the entrance of her canal.
“Fast,” she responded.
I nodded. “Slow it is,” I retorted cockily as I began to penetrate her with achingly slow movements of my hips.
“Tyyy,” Destiny growled, raising her hands up to the backs of my shoulders, her nails going into my skin.
I ducked my head into the column of her neck. “This too fast for you?” I taunted, still only about halfway inside of her.
“F-faster.”
“What did I tell you before? About playing games?” I questioned and lifted my head to stare down into her glassy-eyed gaze.
“What?” She moaned when I moved deeper another inch.
“The game only ends whenIsay it ends. You don’t get to ignore me for three days and then get to call all of the shots in the bedroom, Destiny.” I moved another half an inch deeper.
“Tyy—”
“Goddamn, I thought I loved the way you said my name before. But with my cock inside of you, my name is even sweeter on your lips.”
“Please,” she begged, head thrashing against the pillow, back arching.
