With one firm palm on my chest, Drew pushes me back, and I collapse onto the mattress.
Fingers interlaced behind my head, I hold my breath as she glides the side zipper down on that hot-as-fuck black suit dress.
“Are you wearing a bra?” I ask, rising onto my elbows for a better view of the greatest fucking show.
Her mouth doesn’t answer my question as she lets the dress pool around her ankles.
Soft, bare skin begs for my tongue.
Climbing onto the bed, she straddles my thighs, pink manicured fingernails teasing the waistband of my shorts.
“Want to know a secret?” I tease.
When I lift my ass, she slides my shorts down a couple of inches, tongue swiping along her bottom lip when the glistening head of my cock appears. I’m so hard that it actually hurts.
“You skipped underwear too?” she muses.
I let her carry on undressing me, abs contracting with need as I anticipate over what she’ll find next.
“Will …” Drew’s hands pause, and her attention is fixed on my left thigh. “What’s this?”
Because she’s frozen in place, I help her remove my shorts and toss them across the room.
Back to straddling me, she traces her fingertips over the ink I got the day after everything went so fucking wrong.
In place of theNon the compass I had tattooed to my body, I asked the artist to write my girl’s name.
“I don’t even know what to say,” she croons, reaching behind her neck to unclasp the chain.
She places the pendant next to the tattoo; it’s an exact replica other than the one change I requested. The weathered elements and indentations were executed perfectly.
“I can’t believe you have my name on your body.”
Her eyes track to mine, and I pick up the chain, setting it on the nightstand beside us.
“Giving you my last name feels way more permanent than any ink ever could be.”
I interlace our fingers before wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “Fuck me however you want, Drew. Fast, slow, for hours without stopping. I want you to control what we do.”
The devilish smile on her lips tells me that she loves the idea.
Rising up, she sinks down on my cock, taking the whole length without pausing to adjust herself.
I gaze down in awe while I disappear inside her. “Like a goddamn glove, Baby.”
The first rock of her hips forces me to bite hard on the inside of my cheek, pressure shooting to the base of my spine.
Jon Morgan, final pro season: seventy-one goals, one hundred thirty assists.
Strands of Drew’s dark hair tickle my thighs as she leans back and plants her hands just above my knees.
“Are you enjoying the ride?”
She whimpers, and, fuck me, her tightening walls strangle the base of my cock as she rolls into me again—a smooth motion that drags my shaft along her front wall.
Beads of sweat shine on her forehead, and her parted lips, forming the perfectO,remind me of the way she can suck my dick like no other woman ever can or will. I’m a reformed man with an addiction to one pussy.
“Will …” Drew’s head falls forward, trembles racking through her body.
