Seduced by the Football Player (5 page)

On the return journey, his hands move smoothly up the outside of my legs, clearly enjoying the nylon. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers, again mostly to himself. When he reaches my panties, he quickly yanks them down.

Again, I step out of the circle of fabric, using my toe to push it to one side. In my heels, Chris and I are more even in height. Rather than the foot or so he usually towers above me, he’s only a couple of inches taller. I can feel the hot length in his pants pushing against one naked buttock. The sensation causes my entire body to jerk, as a flood of arousal coats my sex and seeps onto my inner thighs.

“Chris,” I moan, leaning back into him. “Fuck me,” I plead.

Scooping my hair from my shoulder with one hand, he begins to suck on the skin at my throat. I can feel the other hand at his waistband and I hear the sound of a belt being unclasped and pants being tugged down. Then, it’s the soft skin of his naked cock that’s touching my ass and spreading heat throughout my body.

Grasping my hips, he tips me forward and I let him drape me over the couch. Of their own volition, my legs slide further apart, not caring about the wanton display I’m giving him.

“Oh yeah,” he murmurs, as I sense him examining me carefully.

“Shit,” I screech, as he suddenly spears me. The long hours of anticipation have readied me, but still the sudden fullness is a surprise. From this angle, he feels even bigger than he did the night before.

“Okay?” he asks, his upper body resting on my back.

“Yes,” I pant, “Yes, don’t stop,” I beg.

He seems more assured than our first time, and does not hesitate in pulling back. Slamming his hips against my ass, he plunges into me once more with a loud grunt.”

“Ahh,” I cry, my head bucking up. His rigid shaft holds still, deep within me; stretching and lengthening me. It’s such a strange mix of pain and pleasure that my brain does not quite know how to process it. As he draws back and pushes forward with another grunted exhalation, I wonder whether he’s ruining me for any other men.

His grasp on my hips tightens. “I need you,” he mutters, sliding from my moist passage. “Ugh,” he groans, as he drives forward, with a force that causes his balls to slap against the back of the couch.

“Oh God,” I squeal, my feet leaving the floor and wrapping around his calves. Sweat is beading on my face, as blood rushes to my head.

His lower body begins to move in more shallow, jerky movements, which causes the domed head of his cock to rub frantically over my G-spot.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant, my feet unconsciously stroking furiously up and down the length of his calves, mimicking the action of his body in mine.

“I can’t hold on,” he gasps through gritted teeth.

“Not yet,” I cry in reply. “Please, I just….” My eyelids begin to flutter wildly, as the spasms take me. “Chris,” I gasp, my body suddenly tightening.

“Ugh,” he grunts, as he gives one last hard thrust. Slamming his body into mine, his fingers dig into the tender flesh at my hips; hard enough, I’m sure to leave bruises. “Yeah,” he mutters, holding himself deep within me, as his lower body jerks and a surge of his warm essence is released.

“Oh God,” I pant, sweat coating every inch of skin and heart pounding violently, as electric tingles continue to shake me. “Chris,” I groan happily. “Please tell me your instinct is telling you the same as mine is telling me?” The words seem to come from some delirious part of my brain.

Refusing to move, he holds himself inside me, as he tenderly strokes his hands over my trembling back. “What’s your instinct telling you?” he replies, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“I want to do this again,” I sigh, still trying to get a hold of my rampant breathing.

I feel him smile, as he presses his lips to my shoulder. “Well, my instinct is a little different,” he admits.

Pulled from the dreamlike state, my body goes cold, as I wait for him to tell me that he’s had his fill of me this time.

“I want to do it again and again,” he states, trailing kisses down my spine. “And again, and again,” he continues. “I’m finally back home.”

THE END

***

If you’ve enjoyed this book please check out the other titles by Dez Burke on AllRomanceEbooks.com.

Copyright 2013 by Dez Burke

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. All characters are a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.