My cum smears all over us, but I don't care. I don't care that I taste myself on her, either. All I care about is the way she moans for me and claws at my shoulders.
"Ride me," I growl, yanking her down on my cock. She's already dripping, already writhing. I sink into her to the fucking hilt, my body shuddering. Every nerve in my body is overly sensitive, my heart in overdrive for her.
We rock together, my hands locked on her hips to help lift her up and down. She moans, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my shaft. It feels so fucking good.
"You drive me wild," I rasp, craning her head back until she meets my gaze. "Every inch of you is mine, you hear me?Mine."
"Sidney," she whimpers.
"No." I bounce her on my cock again. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me that you're mine. That this body and this perfect little pussy are mine."
"I…I…"
"Say it," I growl, smacking her ass.
"I'm yours!" she sobs. "I'm yours!"
Christ. Nothing has ever sounded better.Nothing.
I kiss her again, my tongue tangling with hers in her mouth and then in mine. I don't stop until neither of us can breathe and she's right on the edge, whimpering for release.
"I'm yours too, Hattie," I breathe, my lips against hers. "I'll only ever be yours. My dick, my heart, my fucking soul…you can have it all."
She sobs my name, clamping down on me as she shatters apart. My name rips through the room in a keening wail, her body convulsing on my lap. The way she squeezes my cock is utter perfection. It sends me careening over the edge with her into another mind-blowing orgasm.
She falls against my chest, panting my name.
"Jesus, butterfly." I wrap my arms around her, running my fingers down her back in lazy strokes as she comes down. "You're ruining me."
She tips her head back, peeking up at me. My cum is drying on her cheek. Her face is flushed and sweaty. And somehow, she still looks like an innocent little angel when she smiles at me. "Good," she whispers. "That's part of my master plan."
"Oh, yeah?" My lips curve into a grin. "What else does this master plan entail?"
"Tacos," she breathes.
"Is this your way of telling me that you want more tacos?"
"It's tacos, Sidney," she says, eyeing me like she thinks I've lost it again. "Who doesn't want tacos?"
The fact that she hasn't figured out that she's perfect yet is a travesty. An absolute travesty.
"Come on," I murmur, rising with her still wrapped around me. "Let's clean you up, and then I'll get you tacos."
"You're my second favorite football player ever," she sighs happily, leaning her head against my shoulder.
"Second ever, huh?"
"Ever," she repeats.
I just chuckle in response.
Chapter Nine
Hattie
I'm always nervous before going to a game, but I'm even more nervous than ever by the time I make it to my brother's private box on Thursday. The stadium is already packed, and people keep looking at me.
The whole world knows Sidney hit Tye yesterday. They also know that we've been dating. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that I'm the reason for their fight.
