Page 92 of Wild Blades

“I love making you come,” he moans, cock jerking inside of me and filling me with his hot seed, more cum leaking out of me and soaking the comforter.

My body feels like Jell-O. I feel boneless.

I don’t know where he gets his energy from. Wade’s been training this morning and played a game tonight. He has so much stamina.

“How is my well-behaved dirty girl? Aren’t you a good girl, coming for me when I asked?” he mutters between kisses.

I don’t think it’s me that’s the dirty one. It’s his mouth that drives me crazy.

“I’m good,” I say, panting, trying to catch my breath.

“Just good?” He grins against my mouth and pushes my damp hair off my face.

“You have a magic cock.” I’ve never come more than once during sex, sometimes not at all.

I clench my muscles around his dick, making him hum a sound of appreciation. “Fuck, that’s nice. Your pussy feels like heaven.”

There is no way he can go again. Is there?

“We need to shower. Our cum is dripping out of you.” He pulls out of me, making me wince.God, he’s a big boy.

Sitting back on his haunches, he holds on to my knees and drifts his fingers down my calves to my heels. “I’m one lucky bastard.”

“Yeah?” Those butterflies I felt from earlier flap about in my chest again.

He crawls back up the bed, and I track his movement. “I know you’ve more than likely been told hundreds, if not thousands of times that you are very beautiful and I don’t want them to dilute what I am about to tell you, but trust me when I say this, Kali.” He pauses. “I think you are the most breathtaking woman in the world. I find it hard not looking at you when we’re together in meetings, press conferences, and then at the game tonight.”

After a while being told you’re beautiful by every man and his dog, it does become tiresome, but I could listen to Wade telling me every day until I die.

I panic for a moment.I hope I’m not too much of a distraction for him. I’ll stop going to games if that’s the case and meet him afterward.

“I can’t stop thinking about you and want you wearing my jersey at every game.” He eases the fleeting moment of tension I felt.

It also hits me that, from the way he’s talking, this doesn’t feel like a onetime thing to him, and right now, I’m unsure how we navigateusmoving forward.

It’s something we need to talk about.

Something I may have to speak to Marcus about too, sooner rather than later.

Is that what Wade wants?

Is that what I want?

He’s so much younger than I am, I don’t know how that will work exactly.

Then there’s my family. How would they take the news? And the press?

“I can hear your brain working overtime,” Wade says, as if reading my thoughts. “We’ll work it out.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to.”

His words are like balm to my worried soul. “Now stop worrying.” He runs his nose along mine. “Remember the night at the club? You asked if I could go all night long?” He changes the direction of our conversation.

I hum my acknowledgment.

“Want to take a shower, then I can prove it to you?”

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