Page 31 of Cocky Player

He pulled back abruptly, panting, and for a moment that wall he’d put up shattered to the tile floor at our feet.“I am giving you all I have to give.”

And oh God, my heart hurt for him and a thousand questions erupted until he was moving, dropping to his knees, settling his mouth right back at my sex where he’d been before and this time everything was too much.

Hot blue flames skittered across my flesh and I reached down, grabbed his hair.To pull him away?Shove him closer?I had no idea what I needed or what I should do except I never, ever, ever wanted him to stop this magic.

When I came, I did it pressing my heels into his back, nails digging into his scalp.The remains of everything that was best to hold back from him went bursting into the air.

He left me breathless, pressing gentle and tame kisses to my inner thighs as I regained my breaths and scooted back to his knees, grabbing a hand and pulling me to sitting.

Before I could stop myself, I dropped to my knees.The cold tile stung my knees as I fell but I didn’t care.I just wanted to give him what he’d given me.

My hands went to his belt and my gaze met his.“Your turn.Show me what you want.”

Twelve

Connor

Show me what you want.

The only thing in my life I’d ever wanted was a family and a career in football.The first was impossible.The second was all I had.If my teammates got pissed, I held myself back.I was able to defuse their frustration with me for being so distant with a smartass comment guys usually made about their dicks or losing their balls and all was forgotten.

If a woman wanted more, I showed her the door.

Brenna might have been talking about how I liked and wanted my dick sucked, but with her, the very thought of wanting more than a warm body in my bed for a few hours or a night was too terrifying.

But holding up something to separate us was nearly impossible.Whatever happened between us would end, it had to.It was better to end it before we burst into flames, with her father lighting my contract on fire, sending the only dream I ever had and was capable of keeping to glittering and vanishing ash.

“You don’t have to do this.”

But oh God…I wanted this.Her sweet innocent mouth wrapped around my dick had kept me hard for hours all week, anticipating this very moment.But when I imagined it, I imagined me on my back, her kneeling over me, that shining red hair a flowing curtain around her face.

Not her naked, still breathless from an orgasm I gave her on my fucking kitchen table, and on her knees on my tile floor.

“Please,” she said and it was more of a hesitant command, not a plea or begging.So I stood, allowed her to unzip my jeans and shove them down my hips.I was too focused on her to notice anything other than the small peek of her tongue from the corner of her mouth as she focused on me.My dick.

She ran her hand over my boxers, the outline of my erection visible and oh God, when she cupped my balls through the thin, slick fabric, my hands curled into fists.

How was I supposed to talk and teach when she had me in her mouth?All I could think about was lodging myself deep and making her gag until I shot my load down her throat while she pulsed around me.

Fuck.This woman.

Warm fingertips curled into the waistband of my underwear and she tugged them down, popping me free.My dick jumped, the cool air hitting my balls, my dick, and I was impatient for more.

Reaching out, I cupped the back of her head with my hand and tilted her chin.Her eyes were glazed over with lust and desire, and her mouth parted.Ready for me.

Perfect for me.Shit.I kicked that thought far past the end zone.

“Go slow.Taste.Lick.Do what feels good and listen to me.Use your hand and don’t force all of me.”

“Women can really do that?For you?”

Her question was so damn cute I barked out a laugh.“Some,” I admitted.And it was fucking fantastic when I found one who could, but I wasn’t expecting Brenna to.

Besides, a deep throat blow job didn’t make it the best, it wasn’t even always technique.A woman who lost herself, got off on gettingmeoff was a bigger turn on.

“Wow,” she breathed.

I shoved my boxer briefs the rest of the way down and kicked them off my feet, focusing on nothing but Brenna and how she seemed to admire my dick, her hand so small she barely wrapped around it.Light pink painted fingertips as innocent as the rest of her.She stroked me slowly, tightening her grip as she got to the tip like I’d told her to do the other night and the girl was a fuckingprobecause she’d learned how to give the best hand job in a night.

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