Page 40 of Hard Ruck

“It is,” he stated. “We’ll come to work together. We’ll spend all night with my cock in your pussy. Every night.” His hazel eyes were wild with the possibilities.

“Until I know where I’m going to work, everything is up in the air,” I said. “And we have to consider the other guys. And there’s a few things you don’t know about me that could change your mind.”

“There’s nothing you could say that would change my mind about you,” he insisted. “I love you. I need you.” He looked like a man who’d been lost in the desert for a week, searching for water.

“When you’re finished for the day, come and find me,” I said. “There are things I need to show you. If you don’t hate me afterwards, we can think about it.”

I didn’t miss him telling me he loved me. I cared about him, but once he knew the truth, he might run faster than he did when he had possession of the ball. He might look at me the way he had the first time he fucked me. When he realised what I was and that Storm paid me to be with him, he called me a whore before bolting from the room.

He might call me worse than that this time.

“I’ll find you and come,” he said. “If I can hold out that long.” He pressed his lips together like he was in pain.

I never had any man react to me the way he did. Lover or client, none had literally not been able to get enough of me. At times, I wondered if he had any skin left on his cock. Or how I had any skin left on the inside of my pussy. When he fucked me, he was rarely slow and gentle. Especially if it was a couple ofdays between fucks, then he was frantic and rough, desperate to get his fix.

I loved every moment of it.

I glanced down at my watch. “I have about ten minutes before I have to?—”

Dallas shot to his feet. “Where?” His eyes were wild again. Dark with need. “I know a place.” He seemed ready to throw me over his shoulder and carry me there, but he waited for me to grab my phone and follow him out of the cafeteria.

I didn’t dare to look back to see if anyone was watching. Hopefully they’d only interpret it as a doctor seeing her client during her lunch break. That wasn’t far off. He’d likely insist if he didn’t fuck me in the next couple of minutes he’d lose his mind.

He led me to the equipment room, which was empty at this time of day. Off to the side, was another door with the words ‘cleaning supplies’ written on the front.

He wrenched the door open and pressed me inside before closing it behind us. It barely clicked shut before he had me pinned to the wall. He rucked up the front of my skirt, shoved my panties aside and pushed two fingers straight into my pussy.

“You’re so wet.” He pushed down the front of his track pants freeing his cock. Pulling his fingers out of me, he pulled up one of my legs and positioned his cock before slamming right inside me. “Fuck, yes. This.”

He pulled all the way out before ramming back into me. Over and over he thrust, his breathing ragged like a wild animal in heat. Holding me in place with one hand, he slid the other between us to circle my clit with his fingers.

“I’m giving up football,” he panted. “I’m going to keep you at home with me and fuck you all day long. And all night.”

I managed a small, breathless laugh. “You’re not giving up football. And we both need sleep once in a while.”

“Fuck sleep,” he growled. “I just want to fuck you. You’re a witch, you put me under some kind of spell. If there’s an antidote, I won’t take it. I’ll keep takingyou.”

“Not a witch,” I said. He drove me closer and closer to the edge, making it more difficult to think. He might not be the only one with a problem. I couldn’t get enough of him or the other guys. The more time I spent with them, the more orgasms they gave me, the more I wanted. The more I needed.

“Dallas,” I whispered. “I’m going to come.”

“Come,” he said. “Come on my cock. Then I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to take every drop, because you’re mine. Mine. And I’m yours.”

For half a second, I remembered it might be the last time he said that to me, but I was washed away with the intensity of an orgasm that exploded around me like the end of the universe and the beginning of another one. I shattered into a million stars before coming back together again.

He followed close behind, pumping into me, biting back a grunt and a growl. He ground against me, milking himself, trying to draw out his orgasm as long as possible. Filling me up to the brim with his release.

He sagged against the wall, puffing, his chest hard against mine. “Fuck. I didn’t want that to end. You’re so fucking perfect. So fuckingmine.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous and so fucking mine,” I said. I’d make him understand somehow. I wasn’t going to let him run away from me or the other guys. I didn’t know how, but I would. Whatever it took, I wasn’t ready to lose him.

“So fucking yours,” he agreed. “Storm is going to be disappointed. He didn’t get to watch.”

I laughed, low and husky from the back of my throat. “He can watch next time.”

“Can I ask you something?” He buried his face in my hair.

“How can I say no to a guy when his cock is still deep inside me?” I asked.

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